When Love was born I think he lay <br />Right warm on Venus' breast, <br />And whiles he smiled and whiles would play <br />And whiles would take his rest. <br /> <br />But always, folded out of sight, <br />The wings were growing strong <br />That were to bear him off in flight <br />Erelong, erelong.<br /><br />Sara Teasdale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-love-was-born/
