Perhaps for years or days or only hours, <br />but yet love’s easy vow goes forth the same <br />into the hearing sweet before it sours, <br />that there’s no patience that can shrew or blame <br /> <br />a lover or love’s answer while it lives. <br />The running bliss of love turns with the glass <br />most mortal seeming of anything that sieves, <br />and yet the sand of life might sooner pass. <br /> <br />For lovers die of loneliness and grief <br />when love has made their separation single, <br />however short their lives, however brief <br />that consummation, envious to angel, <br /> <br />before they die to love, if they do ever. <br />Til then not time, not death, not distance, sever.<br /><br />Edward Wright Haile<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/zz-239-love-s-easy-vow/
