Love and Time

The aeons, assembling
      About and above
Thy tender trembling
      Lips a-twitter with love,
In solemn session
      Announce and acclaim
The perfect possession —
      Peace, a passion aflame!

The spring, unfolding
      Blossom and bud,
Revels, beholding
      Blushes — bowers of blood!
Beauty assurgent
      Under the whips
Of ardent and urgent
      Lovers, lyrical lips!

The summer, upleaping,
      Thrills with our mirth,
Royally reaping
      Joy, oh, joy, to the earth!
All that was mine is
      Thine at a nod. . . .
Deep in the shrine is
      Holy, hidden, the God.

Autumn, assuring
      Earth of her fruit,
Mellows, maturing
      Love on lordlier lute.
Thou that wast maiden,
      Thou that art wife,
Wake! thou art laden
      Now with treasure of life!

Winter, congealing
      The life of the year,
Smiles for us, sealing
      Sure the soul of our sphere.
Girdled and crowned with
      Love, we are shod
With songs that resound with
      Harps whose measure is God.

The aeons, assembling
      About and above
Thy tender trembling
      Lips a-twitter with love,
In solemn session
      Announce and acclaim
The perfect possession —
      Peace, a passion aflame!

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