LOVE said to the wind, Be still; To time, Be merciful;
To life, Be sufficient.
But these answered,
Shall breath command breath, Or the relentless the relentless, Or the shadow, the shadow?

LOVE, in whom all things are, Shadow and light, Make of my grief a star Crowning his night. Love, in whom all things nest, Tired of the way,
Make of my pains a rest Healing his day.
Love, in whom all things hide, Far though they roam Make my life’s loss the tide Bearing him home