TO E. P. H.
Reading edition
The language of the human heart, Nor tongue nor pen may tell; But other eyes look into ours, And understand us well. No gift is worthy, my Beloved, Of what thou art to me; But these frail children of my love, I would bestow on thee. The years will come, the years will go, As poets oft have sung; But Love is Life, and Life is Love, And Love, is ever young!