McClure's Magazine/Volume 29/Number 4/Evening Song


 * love, what thing of all things that be
 * Is ever worth one thought from you or me,
 * Save only Love,
 * Save only Love?


 * The days so short, the nights so quick to flee,
 * The world so wide, so deep and dark the sea,
 * So dark the sea;


 * So far the sun and every listless star,
 * Beyond their light — Ah! dear, who knows how far,
 * Who knows how far?


 * One thing of all dim things I know is true,
 * The heart within me knows, and tells it you,
 * And tells it you.


 * So blind is life, so lond at last is sleep,
 * And none but Love to bid us laugh or weep,
 * And none but Love,
 * And none but Love.