Love

Love said to the wind, Be still; To Time, Be merciful; To Life, Be sufficient. But these answered, Shall breath command breath, Or the relentless the relentless, Or the shadow the shadow?

II Love, in whom all things are, Shadow and light, Make of my grief a star Crowning his night.

Love, in whom all things nest, Tired of the way, Make of my pains a rest Healing his day.

Love, in whom all things hide, Far though they roam, Make my life's loss the tide Bearing him home.