There is a gentle thought that often springsto life in me, because it speaks of you.
Its reasoning about love’s so sweet and true,the heart is conquered, and accepts these things.‘Who is this’ the mind enquires of the heart,‘who comes here to seduce our intellect?
Is his power so great we must rejectevery other intellectual art?
The heart replies ‘O, meditative mindthis is love’s messenger and newly sentto bring me all Love’s words and desires.
His life, and all the strength that he can find,from her sweet eyes are mercifully lent,who feels compassion for our inner fires.’
