The Immortal Hour

                                         I

            HEART of my heart, the world is young
             Love lies hidden in every rose;
            Every song that the skylark sung
             Once we thought must come to a close;
            Now we know the secret of song
             Song the glory and might of the soul,
            Hand in hand as we pass along
             What should we doubt of the years that roll?

                                         II

            Heart of my heart, we cannot die!
             Love triumphant in flower and tree,
            Every life that laughs at the sky
             Tells us nothing can cease to be;
            One, we are one with a song to-day,
             One with the clover that scents the wold;
            One with the Unknown far away,
             One with the stars when earth grows old.

                                         III

            Heart of my heart, we are one with the wind,
             Far we shall wander o’er land and sea,
            One in many; for Love is blind;
             But Love will bring you again to me.
            Ay; when Life seems scattered apart,
             Darkens, ends as a tale that is told.
            One, we are one, O heart of my heart,
             One still one, while the world grows old.

                                                              ALFRED NOYES