‘ LOVE IS WINGED FOR TWO’

Love is winged for two,

In the worst he weathers,

When their hearts are tied;

But if they divide,

O too true!

Cracks a globe, and feathers, feathers,

Feathers all the ground bestrew.

I was breast of morning sea,

Rosy plume on forest dun,

I the laugh in rainy fleeces,

While with me

She made one.

Now must we pick up our pieces,

For that then so winged were we.