We know not life therein until we love.
XIII.
True love has life eternal, infinite.
Complete within itself, and craving naught,
It needs no future far, nor outlet vast,
Nor aught to feel or touch in time or space.
A sense within, itself its own reward,
It waits not on return. For it, to love
Is better than to be loved, better far
To be a God than man.