XIX.
There is a grammar of the lips and eyes,
And I have learnt it. There are tokens sure
Of trust in love; and I have found them pure.
Is love the guerdon then? Is love the prize?
It is! It is! We find it in the skies,
And here on earth 'tis all that will endure.
XX.
All things for love. All things in some divine
And wish'd for way, conspire, as Nature knows,