The Hour of
by Fiona Macleod
TB Mosher, 1907
Sweet Heart, true heart, strong heart,
star of my life, oh never
For thee the lowered banner, the lost endeavour!
The weapons are still unforged that thee and me shall dissever,
For I in thy heart have swelling, and thou too in mine for ever.
Can a silken cord strangle love, or a
steel sword sever?
Or be as a bruiséd reed, the flow'r of joy for ever?
Love is a beautiful dream, a deathless endeavour
And for thee the lowered banner, O Sweet Heart, never!