Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. Gods residence is next to mine His furniture is love.
Who has not found the heaven below Will fail of it above. Gods residence is next to mine His furniture is love.
When Choice of Life -- is past --
There yet remains a Love
Its little Fate to stipulate --
Love is anterior to life, posterior to death, initial of creation, and the exponent of breath.
Lest Love should value less
What Loss would value more
Had it the stricken privilege,
It cherishes before.
Unable are the loved to die, for love is immortality.
Commemorative Dishonor
Or love annealed of love
Until it bend as low as Death
Redignified, above?
But love is tired and must sleep,
And hungry and must graze
And so abets the shining Fleet
Till it is out of gaze.
That love is all there is is all we know of love.
A face devoid of love or grace,
A hateful, hard, successful face,
A face with which a stone
Would feel as thoroughly at ease
As were they old acquaintances --
First time together thrown.
Fight sternly in a Dying eye
Two Armies, Love and Certainty
And Love and the Reverse.
Whatever it is -- she has tried it --
Awful Father of Love --
Is not Ours the chastising --
Do not chastise the Dove --
Garrisoned no Soul can be
In the Front of Trouble --
Love is one, not aggregate --
Nor is Dying double --
Nor had I time to Love --
But since
Some Industry must be --
The little Toil of Love --
I thought
Be large enough for Me --
I argue thee that love is life. And life hath immortality.
Then I -- my timid service done --
Tho' service 'twas, of Love --
Take up my little Violin --
And further North -- remove.
The River reaches to My Breast --
Still -- still -- My Hands above
Proclaim with their remaining Might --
Dost recognize the Love?
We learned the Whole of Love --
The Alphabet -- the Words --
A Chapter -- then the mighty Book --
Then -- Revelation closed --
The Test of Love -- is Death --
Our Lord -- "so loved" -- it saith --
What Largest Lover -- hath
Another -- doth --
For love is immortality.
That Love is all there is,
Is all we know of Love;
It is enough, the freight should be
Proportioned to the groove.
Love is like Life -- merely longer
Love is like Death, during the Grave
Love is the Fellow of the Resurrection
Scooping up the Dust and chanting "Live"!
At Distance, and Achievement, strains,
The Foot upon the Grave
Makes effort at conclusion
Assisted faint of Love.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories