Love, the Winged Lord
Love, the winged lord of art,
That all sweet song inspires,
First-fruits from the gentle heart
Evermore requires.
Not in every field he sows,
Never sows he long,
But the swiftest path he goes
Blossoms into song.
Catch the flying seed who may,
Ere the god go by;
Little love has come my way—
Little song have I.
That all sweet song inspires,
First-fruits from the gentle heart
Evermore requires.
Not in every field he sows,
Never sows he long,
But the swiftest path he goes
Blossoms into song.
Catch the flying seed who may,
Ere the god go by;
Little love has come my way—
Little song have I.
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