“I Said to Love”
I said to Love,“It is not now as in old daysWhen men adored thee and thy waysAll else above;Named thee the Boy, the Bright, the OneWho spread a heaven beneath the sun,”I said to Love.
I said to him,“We now know more of thee than then;We were but weak in judgment when,With hearts abrim,We clamoured thee that thou would’st pleaseInflict on us thine agonies,”I said to him.
I said to Love,“Thou art not young, thou art not fair,No faery darts, no cherub air,Nor swan, nor doveAre thine; but features pitiless,And iron daggers of distress,”I said to Love.
“Depart then, Love! . . .—Man’s race shall end, dost threaten thou?The age to come the man of nowKnow nothing of?—We fear not such a threat from thee;We are too old in apathy!Mankind shall cease.—So let it be,”I said to Love.
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