Dreaming of love, the ardent mind of youth
Conceives it one with passion's brief delights,
With keen desire and rapture. But, in truth,
These are but milestones to sublimer heights.
After the highways, swept by strong emotions,
Where wild winds blow and blazing sun-rays beat,
After the billows of tempestuous oceans,
Fair mountain summits wait the lover's feet.
The path is narrow, but the view is wide,
And beauteous the outlook toward the west.
Happy are they who walk there side by side,
Leaving below the valleys of unrest,
And, on the radiant altitudes above,
Know the serene intensity of love.
By Ella Wheeler Wilcox
Cosmopolitan 59 (Nov. 1915): 702-703.
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