Love
Before Love came―
(The rose lifts up its head and longs for rain)
Before Love came I sang of Love―
Its joy, its pain.
But when Love came―
(The rose beneath the longed-for rain is bent)
But when Love came―its joy, its pain―
All my song went.
"Love" as it appears in Ella Higginson's When the Birds Go North Again (1898).
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