 A Song of Love
Love reckons not by time-
its May days of delight
Are swifter than the falling stars
that pass beyond our sight.
Love reckons not by time-
its moments of despair
Are years that march like prisoners,
who drag the chains they wear.
Love counts not by the sun-
it hath no night or day-
'Tis only light when love is near-
'tis dark with love away.
Love hath no measurements
of height,
or depth, or space,
But yet within a little grave
it oft hath found a place.
Love is its own best law-
its wrongs seek no redress;
Love is forgiveness-
and it only knoweth how to bless. |
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