Ernest Christopher Dowson
What Is Love?
What is Love?
Is it a folly,
Is it mirth, or melancholy?
Are there many, or not any?
What is Love?
If you please,
A most sweet folly!
Full of mirth and melancholy:
Both of these!
In its sadness worth all gladness,
If you please!
Goes Love a-hiding?
Is he long in his abiding
Can you bind him when you find him;
With spring days
Love comes and dallies:
Upon the mountains, through the valleys
Lie Love's ways.
Then he leaves you and deceives you
In spring days.
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