Love and Time
By John Roberts
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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