We May Love
SONG.
FROM the withered, bitter ground
Every sweet has taken leave ;
Joy there’s none, of sight or sound ;
Naught to do but sit and grieve ?
Look — the blue! bent close above,
Close above ;
While it hovers we may love,
We may love.
Every sweet has taken leave ;
Joy there’s none, of sight or sound ;
Naught to do but sit and grieve ?
Look — the blue! bent close above,
Close above ;
While it hovers we may love,
We may love.
John Vance Cheney.