We are in love's land to-day;
⁠Where shall we go?
Love, shall we start or stay,
⁠Or sail or row?
There's many a wind and way,
And never a May but May;
We are in love's hand to-day;
⁠Where shall we go?

Our landwind is the breath
Of sorrows kiss'd to death
⁠And joys that were;
Our ballast is a rose;
Our way lies where God knows
⁠And love knows where.
⁠We are in love's hand to-day—

Our seamen are fledged Loves,
Our masts are bills of doves,
⁠Our decks fine gold;