Classic Poem

THE words of love are spoken,
The silver silence broken,
The troth-plight made, Love wears the golden token.

Fulfilment cometh later —
True love's a patient waiter;
Life, — death — are true, and self the only traitor.

There is no fear in waiting
Of peace and joy abating;
Love knows; a prophet — Love — premeditating.

When faith can follow fable,
Can suffer and be stable,
Love — knowing truth — is Love unfit, unable?

Go, mark the stars in heaven,
One over-ruling seven,
Far-shining see them, dim, dull, dark, death-riven.

With ever-varying glory
They lighten earth's long story,
But Love will see them change and Time grow hoary.

God's children's hearts are deeper
Than dreams that vex a sleeper,
These human things are treasures to their Keeper.