LOVE still is Love, and doeth all things well, Whether He show me heaven or hell, Or earth in her decay Passing away On a day. Love still is Love, tho' He should say 'Depart,' And break my incorrigible heart, And set me out of sight, Widowed of light In the night. Love still is Love, is Love, if He should say, 'Come,' on that uttermost dread day; 'Come,' unto very me, 'Come where I be, Come and see.' Love still is Love, whatever comes to pass: O Only Love, make me Thy glass, Thy pleasure to fulfil By loving still, Come what will. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BOOK OF AIRS: SONG 10. THE DYING FALL by THOMAS CAMPION WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MISSIONARY HYMN by REGINALD HEBER THE TOUCH STONE by SAMUEL BISHOP SPHINX-MONEY by MATHILDE BLIND MY SON'S SON TO HIS SON'S SON - PERHAPS by MABEL RUTHERFORD BRIDGES |