Such ever was love's way: to rise, it stoops.
God is seen God In the star, in the stone, in the flesh, in the soul and the clod.
On the earth the broken arcs; in the heaven a perfect round.
All's love, yet all's law.
What of soul was left, I wonder, when the kissing had to stop?
To me at least was never evening yet, but seemed far beautifuller than its day.