Littell's Living Age/Volume 169/Issue 2190/A Lyric from the German

by Herman Merivale

My heart, my thought revealing,
     Say, how can Love be known?

"Love is two souls-one feeling:
     Two hearts-one pulse alone."

Then tell me how Love grew, heart?
      "She comes - and is in man."

How can Love leave the true heart?
      "She is not Love - that can."

And when is Love the purest?
     "Where Self no place can fill."

Where her foundations surest?
     "When they are very still."

When are Love's riches greatest?
     "When her gifts freest prove."

What language is Love's latest?
     "She has none. She is Love."