In childhood the daylight always fails too soon -- except when there…

Come, let us wage a holy war!

Then say–how come the years to seem so swift, The days, the days so slow?

For to love, loveless, is a bitter pill: But to be loved, unloving, bitterer still.

O love's a simple word to say With nature aiding and abetting;

And I am a mockery, who was God before.

Now heaven be thanked, I am out of love again! I have been long a slave, and now am free;