The mass and majesty of this world, all That carries weight and always weighs the same Lay in the hands of others; they were small And could not hope for help and no help came: What their foes like to do was done, their shame Was all the worst could wish; they lost their pride And died as men before their bodies died.

Like love we don't know where or why
Like love we cant compel or fly
Like Love we often weep
Like Love we seldom keep