Love is just a cobweb, wet with morning dew;
Love is just a fairy spell, invisible to view;
A tread--a touch too heavy, and the cobweb is not there!
A sigh too long, and lo!--the spell has vanished into air!
Love is just a morning-glory, doomed at noon to die;
Love is only half a story, told in passing by;
Love is gold so delicate, the faintest flame would melt it;
Love's--NOTHING; but--God help the man who's never known nor felt it!
_Helen Rowland in Life._