Classic Poem

In the beginning was Love
A field from the grey unscaled
A garden out of the field
And out of the garden, Love.

Like to a hind is Love
He ribs the wolds with a share
Earth's gold to the garner to bear
To thresh from the garner, Love.

Like to a builder is Love
He rends the floors of the earth
To light, like a meteor's birth
— A perilous pinnacle, Love.

Day with its sweats is Love,
Love with its dews is sleep,
Love is the nights that creep
And the sun that awakes is Love.

Before labour is Love,
Love is the labour's plan
Love is the task of a man
The reward thereof is Love.

Chaos was earth by Love
That after the aeons old
Through secrets garnered and told
The earth might attain to — Love.