Love
We Cannot Live, Except we thus mutually alternate, Aware or unaware, The reflex act of life: And when we bear our virtue, Onward most impressively, Most full of invocation, And to be most instantly compellant, Certes, there we live most life, Whoever breathes most air and counts his dying years by sun and sea. But when a soul, by choice and concentration both make mere life, love. For life in perfect whole and aim consummated, is love in sooth, As natures magnet-heart round pole with pole Elizabeth Barret Browning
