Why, my heart, do we love her so?
Why does the great sea ebb and flow? -
Why does the round world spin?
Bid me my life renew:
What is it worth unless I win,
Love--love and you?
Why, my heart, when we speak her name
Throbs the word like a flinging flame? -
Why does the Spring begin?
Bid me indeed to be:
Open your heart, and take us in,
Love--love and me.
More verses by William Ernest Henley
- London Types: Barmaid
- Some Starlit Garden Grey With Dew
- The Gods Are Dead
- In The Placid Summer Midnight
- Children: Private Ward