Love enters through the eyes bestirring hearts

Whose quickened essence ever pulses more,

Sweet fluttering cadence that can souls impart

Sheer wings of light on which rapt spirits soar.

Swift rises so dear hope to giddying heights

On rainbow plumage shimmering in the air;

By lofty vantage there to gain rare sight

Imbuing visions bright beyond compare.

Still gyring higher on upsurging spires

And gliding ever closer to the sun,

The nearing sound of soft angelic choirs

Hint paradise lies scarce a cloud beyond.

By glimpse alone, love can on pinions rise—

Where wings of feathered wax oft court demise.