Whatever seemed to reign within my breast, <br />Ere now, or reigned in the true sovereign's room, <br />Love has dethroned, strong Love has dispossessed, <br />Like a glad master come to his own home. <br />Love is my lord: I call upon his name. <br /> <br />Aimless I lived; but now my aims are flown <br />Winged to one mark, wherever his voice call: <br />My heart shrinks from deep pains, too well foreknown, <br />But my soul leaps with joy, to welcome all. <br />With Love, my joy, I have no fear of shame. <br /> <br />So that Love lead my ever--faithful feet, <br />I care not whether they be scarred or no. <br />Somehow, somewhere, the end must needs be sweet, <br />However rough the road by which we go. <br />Love is my trust; for since I love, I am.<br /><br />Robert Laurence Binyon<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/amo-ergo-sum/
