Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death

Love, thou art absolute sole Lord Of life and death

It was Thy day, sweet! and did rise / Not from the East, but from Thine eyes.

O thou undaunted daughter of desires! / By all thy dower of lights and fires; / By all the eagle in thee, all the dove; / By all thy lives and deaths of love; / By thy large draughts of intellectual day.

If we have been pleased with life, we should not be displeased with death, since it comes from the hand of the same master.

Days that need borrow No part of their good morrow, From a fore-spent night of sorrow.