Locrine: a tragedy

The love that comes and goes like wind or fire Hath words and wings wherewith to speak and flee. But love more deep than passion’s deep desire, Clear and inviolable as the unsounded sea, What wings of words may serve to set it free, To lift and lead it homeward? Time and death Are less than love: or man’s live spirit saith False, when he deems his life is more than breath.