The Flight

Love is already on the wing:
How quick to fly, once he was freed!
We would not call him if we could, —
God-speed, dear Love, God-speed!

Love is already on the wing:
Both you and I are glad indeed.
Yet voices tremble as we cry,
" God-speed, dear Love, God-speed! "
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