I've been in love for long br With what I cannot tell br And will contrive a song br For the intangible br That has no mould or shape, br From which there's no escape. br br It is not even a name, br Yet is all constancy; br Tried or untried, the same, br It cannot part from me; br A breath, yet as still br As the established hill. br br It is not any thing, br And yet all being is; br Being, being, being, br Its burden and its bliss. br How can I ever prove br What it is I love? br br This happy happy love br Is sieged with crying sorrows, br Crushed beneath and above br Between todays and morrows; br A little paradise br Held in the world's vice. br br And there it is content br And careless as a child, br And in imprisonment br Flourishes sweet and wild; br In wrong, beyond wrong, br All the world's day long. br br This love a moment known br For what I do not know br And in a moment gone br Is like the happy doe br That keeps its perfect laws br Between the tiger's paws br And vindicates its cause.