This love of ours

F. Moore

All things on earth and sea,

All that the white stars see,

Turns about you and me.

And when we two are not,

Is darkness like a blot

And life and love forgot.

But when we pass that way

The night breaks into day,

The year breaks into May,

The earth through all her bowers

Carols and breathes and flowers

About this love of ours.