Bird-Notes by Evelyn Douglas [i.e. J. E. Barlas] |
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Love grows by Love. |
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XXIX. Love grows by Love.
Love that is born of fire
Is lulled to death by pleasure,
But love, the soul's desire,
Increases out of measure.
On thy soft lip's caresses
It grows as flowers by dew;
Thine eyes between thy tresses,
Like sunlight shining through
Leaves and boughs and flowers,
Feed it from above,
And thy tears like showers—
True love grows by love.
Is lulled to death by pleasure,
But love, the soul's desire,
Increases out of measure.
On thy soft lip's caresses
It grows as flowers by dew;
Thine eyes between thy tresses,
Like sunlight shining through
Leaves and boughs and flowers,
Feed it from above,
And thy tears like showers—
True love grows by love.
Love, that the lovely earn,
Is like a miser's treasure.
The more of thee I learn,
Love grows in equal measure.
The debt I owe thy beauty
By that sweet usury
Which makes delight a duty
Would make an end of me;
But leaf's and flower's renewal,
And voice of lark and dove,—
All nature is love's fuel—
True love grows by love.
Is like a miser's treasure.
The more of thee I learn,
Love grows in equal measure.
The debt I owe thy beauty
By that sweet usury
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Would make an end of me;
But leaf's and flower's renewal,
And voice of lark and dove,—
All nature is love's fuel—
True love grows by love.
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