Algernon Charles Sburne
We areLoves nd today, Where shall we go?
Love, shall we start or stay,
Or sail or row?
Theres any a d and way,
And never a May but May;
We areloves hand today;
Where shall we go?
Our nd-d is the breath
Of sorrows kissed to death
And joys that were;
Our balst is a rose;
Our way lies where God knows
And love knows where.
We areloves hand today—
Our sean are fledged Loves,
Our asts are bills of doves,