Love is a jeering mime..

Let me leap naked through life's testing flame, And bear to lose, and yet endure to win..

Oh, the morrow of pain and dole Is naught while the sunlight lingers..

And should men name me dead, I beg ye, say "Nay, he but wearied here, and went away..

The beauty that men seek is half a dream-- Where'er we wander, yet it lies afar; It touches with its wand a setting star, It stirs the ripple of an e….

God is a creed outworn, Ill-wrought from a mirage fair, And life is an image pale That faces a sunless morn..

Yet earth has never child she may not slay, Nor sea a lover that she cannot kill..

Ah, love, 'tis a sorrowful land!.