And fill it up with loving.
From out the hearts afulled o’ love
Would I to steal the o’er-drip
And pack the emptied hearts of earth.
The bread o’ love would I to cast
Unto thy bywayed path, and pluck me
From the thornèd bush that traileth o’er
The stepping-place, the thorn, that brothers
O’ the flesh o’ me might step ’pon path acleared.
Yea, I’d coax the songsters o’ the earth