Could I borrow the laverock's lifting note, <br />Or the silvery song from the blackbird's throat, <br />Then would I warble the whole day long, <br />Telling, in floods of passionate song, <br />How worlds might tremble, or skies might fall. <br />But Love, true Love, outlasteth all. <br /> <br />Or, with picturesque words, in phrases neat, <br />With ringing rhymes, and in sonnets sweet, <br />Had I the skill of the schoolman's craft <br />My song the murmurous breeze should waft, <br />And tell to her whom my heart loves best, <br />How Love outlasteth all the rest. <br /> <br /><br /><br />Harry 'Breaker' Harbord Morant<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-outlasteth-all/
