When Love Was Born

Sara Teasdale

When Love was born I think he lay
 Right warm on Venus’ breast,
And whiles he smiled and whiles would play
 And whiles would take his rest.

But always, folded out of sight,
 The wings were growing strong
That were to bear him off in flight
 Erelong, erelong.

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