LOVE GUIDES US.

Love guides our bark, and we have naught to fear.

We are the world ourselves, and as we glide

Upon the stream of life, if Love but steer,

We care not how tempestuous the tide.

Thy head leans on my shoulder, and my arm

Is round thee clasped. Thine eyes upturn to mine,

So full of faith the future feels their charm

Blunting Fate's dart that threatens joy of thine.

O Love! thy tresses wind about my sense,

Thy glances melt my soul, and thy ripe lips

Seem morning roses, red and dewy, whence

The bee of love a draught of nectar sips.

Float on, float on upon the crystal tide,

Our company these snowy swans that seem

Our mirrored souls, pure love personified —

Float on, nor ever waken from our dream.