If Love Survives

f nothing takes away our powerTo think of what is past—What matters where our spirits go,What life we lead at last?

Whether we burn in summer's heatOr freeze in winter's cold;Whether we float on silver waves,Or ride on beams of gold:

No matter where or what we are,To work, my love, or play;In Heaven or Earth, our cry shall be—'How old is Love to-day!'