WHEN our glowing dreams were dead, <br />Ruined our heroic piles, <br />Something in your dark eyes said: <br />"Think no more of love or smiles." <br /> <br /> <br />Something in me still would say, <br />"Though our dreamland palace goes, <br />I have seen how in decay <br />Still the wild rose clings and blows." <br /> <br /> <br />But your dark eyes willed it thus: <br />"Build our lofty dream again: <br />Let our palace rise o'er us: <br />Love can never be till then."<br /><br />George William Russell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/heroic-love-2/
