The Triumph of Love | ||
XVIII
Sometimes capricious Love, to prove his might,Forsakes his throne and plays a traitor's part,
Quenching the quintessential flames that light
With starlike dreams the darkness of my heart.
Then for a while, heart-whole by love's decree,
I strive no more to loose Fate's master-knot;
And, though my love is more than life to me,
Love and the loved one are alike forgot.
But, with the waning of love's sacred fire,
My dreams depart; the world resumes its sway;
And each high purpose and each large desire
Fades like a phantom in the light of day:
And then I know that slowly, breath by breath,
My soul is sinking into deeps of death.
The Triumph of Love | ||