Who knows the deeps, where the water sleeps <br />Leagues from the light away? <br />Who knows the heights, where myriad lights <br />Fill heaven with endless day? <br /> <br />The earth goes on—seeks and loses the sun, <br />And men in the changes delight; <br />Love whirls us away into changeless day, <br />Or whelms us in changeless night.<br /><br />Francis William Bourdillon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-regions-of-love/
