What is Love?

How delicious is the winning

Of a kiss at love's beginning,

When two mutual hearts are sighing

For the knot there's no untying!

Yet remember, 'midst your wooing

Love has bliss, but love has ruing;

Other smiles may make you fickle,

Tears for other charms may trickle.

Love he comes and love he tarries

Just as fate or fancy carries;

Longest stays, when sorest chidden;

Laughs and flies, when press'd and bidden.

Bind the sea to slumber stilly,

Bind its odour to the lily,

Bind the aspen ne'er to quiver,

Then bind Love to last for ever.

Love's a fire that needs renewal

Of fresh beauty for its fuel;

Love's wing moults when caged and captured,

Only free, he soars enraptured.

Can you keep the bees from ranging,

Or the ringdove's neck from changing?

No! nor fetter'd love from dying

In the knot there's no untying...