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Love is no bird that nests and flies, / No rose that buds and blooms and dies, / No star that shines and disappears, / No fire whose ashes strew the years: / Love is the god who lights the star, / Makes music of the lark's desire, / Love tells the rose what perfumes are, / And lights and feeds the deathless fire.
Love is no joy that dies apace / With the delight of dear embrace -- / Love is no feast of wine and bread, / Red-vintaged and gold-harvested: / Love is the god whose touch divine / On hands that clung and lips that kissed, / Has turned life's common bread and wine / Into the Holy Eucharist.