  Illustrated L Love knoweth every form of air, And every shape of earth, And comes, unbidden, everywhere, Like thought's mysterious birth. The moonlit sea and the sunset sky Are written with Love's words, And you hear his voice unceasingly, Like song, in the time of birds. He peeps into the warrior's heart, From the tip of a stooping plume, And the serried spears, and the many men, May not deny him room. He'll come to his tent in the weary night, And be busy in his dream, And he'll float to his eye in morning light, Like a fay on a silver beam. woman holding open book beside window He hears the sound of the hunter's gun, And rides on the echo back, And sighs in his ear like a stirring leaf And flits in his woodland track. The shade of the wood and the sheen of the river, The cloud and the open sky,— He will haunt them all with his subtle quiver, Like the light of your very eye. He blurs the print of the scholar's book, And intrudes in the maiden's prayer, And profanes the cell of the holy man In the shape of a lady fair. In the darkest night and the bright daylight, In earth, and sea, and sky, In every home of human thought, Will Love be lurking nigh. decoration |
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