LOVE is no bird that nests and flies, <br />No rose that buds and blooms and dies, <br />No star that shines and disappears, <br />No fire whose ashes strew the years: <br />Love is the god who lights the star, <br />Makes music of the lark's desire, <br />Love tells the rose what perfumes are, <br />And lights and feeds the deathless fire. <br /> <br /> <br />Love is no joy that dies apace <br />With the delight of dear embrace-- <br />Love is no feast of wine and bread, <br />Red-vintaged and gold-harvested: <br />Love is the god whose touch divine <br />On hands that clung and lips that kissed, <br />Has turned life's common bread and wine <br />Into the Holy Eucharist.<br /><br />Edith Nesbit<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/by-faith-with-thanksgiving/
