Category: The Path to Love

He

He is a vacuum – “he” is a hole, He is all that is lost and gone from my soul He is an absence, the thing that I miss, He is the missing ingredient for bliss He is the heart to my broken machine, He is the water I need to be clean Why does…

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One Wine Left

“O light of dead and of dying days! O Love! in thy glory go, In a rosy mist and a moony maze, O’er the pathless peaks of snow. But what is left for the cold gray soul, That moans like a wounded dove? One wine is left in the broken bowl!— ‘Tis—TO LOVE, AND LOVE…

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Love is Enough

  Love is enough for the loving, love without self’s alloy, Its mighty breast enfolding the flame of a secret joy. Love is enough for the loving as pure of envy and strife, It is poured as a fiery torrent from the brimming urns of Life.   Love is no money-changer, to weigh the return…

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Of the Fall

We are of the fall, my love, Born beneath a waning moon A fateful star o’er hung, my love, And song soon lost its tune Darkness fell o’er all, my love, A gloom o’er me and you Blindly go we all, my love, In search of sweet perfume Sadly go we all, my love, Through…

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The Silver Cord

Lord, let me chain myself to thee, that I might not stray! Through thoughts of chains, a word, — No chain – but a silver cord.  In that simple thought I see, thou higher art than me Foolish are we men – our thoughts are small, and low, and hard we call, Twisting, driving, hoping…

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