THE PROGRESS OF LOVE

In other worlds I loved you, long ago:

Love that hath no beginning hath no end.

The woodbine whispers, low and sweet and low,

In other worlds I loved you, long ago;

The firwoods murmur and the sea-waves know

The message that the setting sun shall send.

In other worlds I loved you, long ago:

Love that hath no beginning hath no end.