My love is home for her dear soul.
And if in other homes she lies?
It's hers in truth — no less than whole.
The 'giving to' is most the prize.
Love is innately giving free,
and thus it does not need to take.
I can love her as does he,
and wait for what high loves can make.
Never filled in present time,
future will know truer love.
When in ages hence sublime,
we will know the truth thereof.
But, for now, we must grow hot:
to love, as flame does what is not;
to burn, for that is what it does;
for love consumes what evil was.