“I SAID TO LOVE”

I said to Love, “It is not now as in old days When men adored thee and thy ways All else above;

Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the One Who spread a heaven beneath the sun,” I said to Love. I said to him,

“We now know more of thee than then; We were but weak in judgment when, With hearts abrim, We clamoured thee that thou would'st please

Inflict on us thine agonies,” I said to him. I said to Love, “Thou art not young, thou art not fair,

No faery darts, no cherub air, Nor swan, nor dove Are thine; but features pitiless, And iron daggers of distress,”

I said to Love. “Depart then, Love!... - Man's race shall end, dost threaten thou? The age to come the man of now

Know nothing of? - We fear not such a threat from thee; We are too old in apathy! Mankind shall cease.— So let it be,”

I said to Love.