X
I have sung all Love's great songs,
And have no new song to sing,
But I'll sing the old songs again,
With their burden of rights and wrongs,
And conventional sad refrain,—
O, sweet Love's home-coming!
I will praise the arms of my Love,
And her tender body's swing,
And her eyes, and her lips and breath:
I will call to the powers above,
And to tunnelling powers beneath,—
O sweet Love's home-coming!
Thus did we, and always will,
While centuries crowd on the wing,
And drive us along to our doom,
When the globes shall be ground in the Mill
And lovers shall leap from the tomb,—
O, sweet Love's home-coming!
21
