Life in her creaking shoes <br />Goes, and more formal grows, <br />A round of calls and cues: <br />Love blows as the wind blows. <br />Blows! . . . in the quiet close <br />As in the roaring mart, <br />By ways no mortal knows <br />Love blows into the heart. <br /> <br />The stars some cadence use, <br />Forthright the river flows, <br />In order fall the dews, <br />Love blows as the wind blows: <br />Blows! . . . and what reckoning shows <br />The courses of his chart? <br />A spirit that comes and goes, <br />Love blows into the heart.<br /><br />William Ernest Henley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/life-in-her-creaking-shoes/
