HUMAN LOVE

We, spoke of God and Fate,

And of that Life — which some await —

Beyond the grave,

“It will be fair,” she said,

“But love is here!

I only crave thy breast

Not God's when I am dead.

For He nor wants nor needs

My little love.

But it may be, if I love thee

And those whose sorrow daily bleeds,

He knows — and somehow heeds!”