For the knowledge, the strength, the burden—all shall perish:
One thing only endures, one thing only—song.
FROM “SONNETS OF A PORTRAIT PAINTER”
I am in love with high far-seeing places
That look on plains half-sunlight and half-storm,
In love with hours when from the circling faces
Veils pass, and laughing fellowship glows warm.
You who look on me with grave eyes where rapture
And April love of living burn confessed—
The Gods are good! the world lies free to capture!