Love will come again
Ah, the heart's a wonder, stronger than the guns of thunder! Even when we're torn asunder, love will come again.
freedom always came nibbling my thought,
just as— often, in light, on the open hills—
you can pass an antelope and not know
and look back, and then— even before you see—
there is something wrong about the grass.
And then you see.
That's the way everything in the world is waiting.