Squab Flights - Poem by Richard Hovey
'LOVE is eternal,' sang I long ago
Of some light love that lasted for a day;
But when the fleeting fancy passed away,
And other loves, that following made as though
They were the very deathless, lost the glow
Youth mimics the divine with, and grew gray,
I said, 'It is a dream: no love will stay.'
Angels have taught me wisdom. Now I know,
Though lesser loves and greater loves may cease,
Love still endures, knocking at myriad gates
That lead to God-stars, winds and waters, birds,
Beasts, flowers and men-speaking its sweetest words
At woman's portal, till it finds its peace
In the abyss where Godhead loves and waits.
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