Love

UnJess yon can think wben the song ia dona. No other is sweet in the rhythm; Unless you can feel, when left by one, Tkat all men else go with liim; Uoless yon can know when unpraised by him breath That yoar beauty itaelf wante proving; Ottless yon can swear- "For Ufe, for dcath"- Oh, fear to cali it loving! Unless you can muse in a crowd all day On the absent face that flsed you; Unless you can love as the angels may, With the breadth of heavea betwist you; Unlcss you can dream that his faith is fast, Through behooving and unbehooving; Unless you can die when tho dream is past- Oh, never cali it loving!