Of love the world never grows weary,
Though long ages wax only to wane;
The eagle will fly from her eyrie
But always alight there again.
Cold winters yield to the springtime,
Blooms flourish where once there was snow,
The setting sun and the clock chime
Will see the exalted laid low!
The moon caresses Earth's waters,
The dawn makes away with the dew,
The bee queen's myriad daughters
Each day gather nectar anew.
And of the world, love shall not tire,
Nor of all that is timeless and pure;
Safe in my heart's living fire,
There, my love for you will endure.