LOVE, LOVE

Author: Pedro Calderon de la Barca

What is the glory far above 
All else in human life? 
Love! Love! 
There is no form in which the fire 
Of love its traces has impressed not. 
Man lives far more in love's desire 
Than by life's breath, soon possessed not. 
If all that lives nust love or lie, 
All shapes on earth, or sea, or sky, 
With one consent, to 
Heaven cry 
That the glory far above 
All else in life is-- 
Love! O, Love! 
Thou melancholy thought, which art 
So fluttering and so sweet, to thee 
When did I give the liberty 
Thus to afflict my heart? 
What is the cause of this new power 
Which doth my fevered being move, 
Momently raging more and more? 
What subtle pain is kindled now, 
Which from my heart doth overflow 
Into my senses? 
Love! O, Love!