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are in love's land to-day; Where shall we go? Love, shall we start or stay, Or sail or row? There's many a wind and way, And never a May but May; We are in love's hand to-day; Where shall we go?

Our landwind is the breath Of sorrows kiss'd to death And joys that were; Our ballast is a rose; Our way lies where God knows And love knows where. We are in love's hand to-day—

Our seamen are fledged Loves, Our masts are bills of doves, Our decks fine gold;