Would we but love what will not pass away! <br />The sun that on each morning shines as clear <br />As when it rose first on the world's first year; <br />The fresh green leaves that rustle on the spray. <br />The sun will shine, the leaves will be as gay <br />When graves are full of all our hearts held dear, <br />When not a soul of those who loved us here, <br />Not one, is left us--creatures of decay. <br /> <br />Yea, love the Abiding in the Universe <br />Which was before, and will be after us. <br />Nor yet for ever hanker and vainly cry <br />For human love--the beings that change or die; <br />Die--change--forget: to care so is a curse, <br />Yet cursed we'll be rather than not care thus.<br /><br />Mathilde Blind<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/saving-love/
