Look, love, along the low hills The first stars! God's hand is lighting the watchfires for us, To last until dawn. Hark, love, the wild whippoorwills! Those weird bars, Full of dark passion, will pierce the dim forest, All night, on and on, Till the overbrimmed bowl of life spills, And time mars The one perfect piece of his handcraft, love's lifetime From dewrise till dawn. Foolish heart, fearful of ills! Shall the stars Require a reason, the birds ask a morrow? Heed thou love alone! |