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LOVE'S IMMORTALITY

SONNET

Some say that passion dwindles with the years,
Grows old and loses radiance,—but I say
That noble love can never pass away,
Made strong by pain, made perfect through its tears.
Who dreads pale Time's attempts, who doubts and fears
Lest noon should mar morn's promise to the day,
Shall perish crownless, loveless, in the fray:
When weak hearts wail, nor Love nor woman hears.
Not all hell's poisonous spears or swords of flame
Shall harm the soul that loves, though love seem crime
In the eyes of those who love not, for his fame
Shall everlasting be, his joy sublime,
And Love shall write in gold his deathless name:
He who would conquer Love, must conquer Time.