WINGS, a poem

THAT Love has wings the poets say;
White wings where lights and shadows play,
     Swift wings, that sail from shore to shore,
     From sea to sea, or lightly soar
To happy Edens far away.

Where'er they gleam the world grows gay,
December smiles, and rosy May
     With fluttering transport feels once more
          That Love has wings.

But Youth is fond, and hearts are clay,
And faults deceive, and doubts betray,
     And some forget the winning lore
     That drew the blessing to their door,
And learn too late—ah, well-a-day!—
          That Love has wings.

"Wings" by Florence Earle Coates. Published in Poems (1898) and Poems (1916) Volume II.