Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/81

Rh Thus we across the modern stage

Follow the wise of every age;

And, as oaks grow and rivers run

Unchanged in the unchanging sun,

So the eternal march of man

Goes forth on an eternal plan.

SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS GREEN

is the trust when love is green

In sap of early years;

A little thing steps in between

And kisses turn to tears.

Awhile—and see how love be grown

In loveliness and power!

Awhile, it loves the sweets alone,

But next it loves the sour.

A little love is none at all

That wanders or that fears;

A hearty love dwells still at call

To kisses or to tears.