Though the dream of love may tire, In the ages long agone There were ruby hearts of fire — Ah, the daughters of the dawn! - George William Russell

I sometimes think a mighty lover
Takes every burning kiss we give:
His lights are those which round us hover:
For him alone our lives we live.

We loved in infinite spaces, forgetting here
The breasts that were lit with life and the lips so near;
Till the wizard willows waved in the wind and drew
Me away from the fulness of love and down to you.

I have wept a million tears:
Pure and proud one, where are thine,
What the gain though all thy years
In unbroken beauty shine? All your beauty cannot win
Truth we learn in pain and sighs:
You can never enter in
To the circle of the wise.