That Love is all there is, Is all we know of Love.

If you were coming in the fall,
I'd brush the summer by,
With half a smile and half a spurn,
As housewives do a fly.

If I could see you in a year,
I'd wind the months in balls,
And put them each in separate drawers,
Until their time befalls.

Unable are the loved to die for love is immortality.

We outgrow love like other things and put it in a drawer, till it an antique fashion shows like costumes grandsires wore.

I HIDE myself within my flower
That wearing on your breast,
You, unsuspecting, wear me too—
And angels know the rest.

I hide myself within my flower,
That, fading from your vase,
You, unsuspecting, feel for me
Almost a loneliness...

That I shall love always,
I argue thee
that love is life,
and life hath immortality