CIRCLES OF AFFINITY by CHARLES WHITWORTH WYNNE

I

SING hey! for the fields of old Romance
And a life that is truly living.
Sing ho! for the eyes that round us glance
And a kiss that is worth the giving.

II

Love is a circle, so men say,
And circle in circle twining
Advances a spark from the wheel of day
That will last till the sun's declining.

III

Should circle in circle coalesce,
The joy of that close communion
Is the innermost heart of the hours that bless
The rapture of earthly union.

IV

But circle so seldom its circle meets,
Or the segments so slightly cover,
That rarely, oh rarely, the circle greets
The soul of its heart's true lover!

V

With Space for a circle, the Stars and Time
Are all in their orbits moving,
Each swinging in circuit so sublime
That the Godhead needs no proving.

VI

Then hey! for the fields of old Romance,
The soul of our soul pursuing;
And ho! for the eyes that round us glance
And a heart that is worth the wooing.

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