Love is made out of ecstasy and wonder;Love is a poignant and accustomed pain.It is a burst of Heaven-shaking thunder;It is a linnet's fluting after rain. Main Street and Other Poems (1917)
The song within your heart could never riseUntil love bade it spread its wings and soar. Main Street and Other Poems (1917)
And when you think of love and fameAnd all that might have come to pass,Then don't you feel a little shame?And don't you think you were an ass? Trees and Other Poems (1914)
This man has home and child and wifeAnd battle set for every day.This man has God and love and life;These stand, all else shall pass away. Trees and Other Poems (1914)
And now deep in his weary heartAre sacred flames that whitely burn.He has of Heaven's grace a partWho loves, who is beloved in turn. Trees and Other Poems (1914)