Wings

THAT Love has wings the poets say;White wings where lights and shadows play,Swift wings, that sail from shore to shore,From sea to sea, or lightly soarTo happy Edens far away.

Where'er they gleam the world grows gay,December smiles, and rosy MayWith fluttering transport feels once moreThat Love has wings.

But Youth is fond, and hearts are clay,And faults deceive, and doubts betray,And some forget the winning loreThat drew the blessing to their door,And learn too late—ah, well-a-day!—That Love has wings.