Heroic Love

When our glowing dreams were dead,

Ruined our heroic piles,

Something in your dark eyes said:

What is it looks between us gaze on gaze

“Think no more of love or smiles.”

Something in me still would say,

“Though our dreamland palace goes,

I have seen how in decay

Still the wild rose clings and blows.”

But your dark eyes willed it thus:

“Build our lofty dream again:

Let our palace rise o'er us:

Love can never be till then.”