Love, out of the depth of things, <br />As a dewfall felt from above, <br />From the heaven whence only springs <br /> Love, <br /> <br />Love, heard from the heights thereof, <br />The clouds and the watersprings, <br />Draws close as the clouds remove. <br /> <br />And the soul in it speaks and sings, <br />A swan sweet-souled as a dove, <br />An echo that only rings <br /> Love.<br /><br />Algernon Charles Swinburne<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/prelude-lohengrin/
