From each to all, from all to each, to live in;
And, in the world’s glad love so gladly given,
Came heart’s true love to me!
TOO MUCH.
There are who die without love, never seeing
The clear eyes shining, the bright wings fleeing.
Lonely they die, and ahungered, in bitterness knowing
They have not had their share of the good there was going.
There are who have and lose love, these most blessed,
In joy unstained which they have once possessed,