In crime and enmity they lie <br />Who sin and tell us love can die, <br />Who say to us in slander's breath <br />That love belongs to sin and death. <br />From heaven it came on angel's wing <br />To bloom on earth, eternal spring; <br />In falsehood's enmity they lie <br />Who sin and tell us love can die. <br /> <br />Twas born upon an angel's breast. <br />The softest dreams, the sweetest rest, <br />The brightest sun, the bluest sky, <br />Are love's own home and canopy. <br />The thought that cheers this heart of mine <br />Is that of love; love so divine <br />They sin who say in slander's breath <br />That love belongs to sin and death. <br /> <br />The sweetest voice that lips contain, <br />The sweetest thought that leaves the brain, <br />The sweetest feeling of the heart-- <br />There's pleasure in its very smart. <br />The scent of rose and cinnamon <br />Is not like love remembered on; <br />In falsehood's enmity they lie <br />Who sin and tell us love can die.<br /><br />John Clare<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-cannot-die/
