THE PASSING OF LOVE

THE PASSING OF LOVE

Oh God forgive me that I ranged

My life into a dream of love!

Will tears of anguish never wash

The passion from my blood?

Love kept my heart in a song of joy,

My pulses quivered to the tune;

The coldest blasts of winter blew

Upon me like sweet airs in June.

Love floated on the mists of morn

And rested on the sunset’s rays;

He calmed the thunder of the storm

And lighted all my ways.

Love held me joyful through the day

And dreaming ever through the night;

No evil thing could come to me,

My spirit was so light.

O Heaven help my foolish heart

Which heeded not the passing time

That dragged my idol from its place

And shattered all its shrine.