Love has wings as light as a bird,
Guileless he looks, as a dove, of wrong.--
Whatever his song, be it brief or long,
It still has this for an overword:
"Love has wings!"
Though to-day the truant may stay,
Though he woos and sues and sings;
Only sorrow to maids he brings--
Pout him and flout him, laugh him away:
Love has wings.
Hold your pulses calm, unstirred--
Calm and cool as a woodland pool,
Let not his song your heart be-fool;
List, through it all, for the overword:
"Love has wings."
