Читать книгу The Bee's Bayonet (a Little Honey and a Little Sting) - Edwin Alfred Watrous - Страница 9

Love is the Mecca of our Heart's Desire:

We worship at its shrine and feel its thrill;

Burning our Hopes upon its Altar Fire

Till Passion be consumed, but not until.

Then Love assumes a calmer mood, when spent—

His quiver empty and his bow unstrung—

And peers into the pleasing Past, content

To live, unmoved, his memories among.