Love's Calendar; or, Eros and Anteros - Part 2
Ay! there it is, that winning smile,
That look that cheats my heart for ever,
That tone that will my brain beguile
Till reason from her seat shall sever.
All, all bewitching, as when last
I for the twentieth time forswore them,
Resistless as when first I cast
My whole adoring soul before them.
Like carrier doves that hurry back
To the bright home from which they're parted,
However blind may be their track,
Or far the goal from which they started, —
So from Love's jesses if e'er free
I set my thoughts one moment roving,
Somehow the very next in thee
They always find their home of loving.
That look that cheats my heart for ever,
That tone that will my brain beguile
Till reason from her seat shall sever.
All, all bewitching, as when last
I for the twentieth time forswore them,
Resistless as when first I cast
My whole adoring soul before them.
Like carrier doves that hurry back
To the bright home from which they're parted,
However blind may be their track,
Or far the goal from which they started, —
So from Love's jesses if e'er free
I set my thoughts one moment roving,
Somehow the very next in thee
They always find their home of loving.
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