ON BEING ASKED WHAT WAS THE “ORIGIN OF LOVE. "
The “Origin of Love!” — Ah, why
That cruel question ask of me,
When thou mayst read in many an eye
He starts to life on seeing thee?
And shouldst thou seek his end to know:
My heart forebodes, my fears foresee,
He'll linger long in silent woe;
But live until — I cease to be.