Love's Challenge.
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A cloud with rosy edges,
A dim moon through the trees,
And promises and pledges
To last Eternities.
A dim moon through the trees,
And promises and pledges
To last Eternities.
A quickening of the heart-beats,
A faltering of the breath,
And lip on yielding lip meets,—
And Love has challenged Death.
A faltering of the breath,
And lip on yielding lip meets,—
And Love has challenged Death.
For this the world was made and set
Upon its wheeling way;
For this the stars in Heaven are met,
And Night displaceth Day.
Upon its wheeling way;
For this the stars in Heaven are met,
And Night displaceth Day.
For this, and this, and this again,
Oh, little love of mine!
Now who shall prate of grief and pain
And who shall ask a sign?
Oh, little love of mine!
Now who shall prate of grief and pain
And who shall ask a sign?
Your thoughts are wings that lift mine own
Into a larger air,
And odours sweet and strange are blown
Through alleys, cool and fair,
Into a larger air,
And odours sweet and strange are blown
Through alleys, cool and fair,
