When love's ripest hour holds discourse with thy face And in a sudden lapse of taut argument Unties your age's fears in little space Flushing dark beauty from pale intent 5 And you, all mirrorless, jet returning To life's receiving sea, where chance is lent And uncertain weather tossed between burning And freezing-- and no surity sent That summer carry summer's well-beseeming 10 Or winter lift his shaggy face in frost But each season contingent in its teeming Must brave each hour at unreckoned cost Then will I, more constant than such thin shows, Stand and love, still love, which is all love knows.
From the collection "Hymns"
Written by Gregg Glory [Gregg G. Brown]
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