A Heart's Savior


The Pity of Love

A pity beyond all telling

Is hid in the heart of love:

The folk who are buying and selling,

The clouds on their journey above,

The cold wet winds ever blowing,

And the shadowy hazel grove

Where mouse-grey waters are flowing,

Threaten the head that I love.

W. B. Yeats

So dear I love him that with

him all deaths I could endure,

without him live no life.

John Milton