Sonnet, All Love's Alike (From, The Lost Sonnets)

All love's alike - the ever returning Flame of the morning and breeze of the night, Like the fumes of life in hearts are burning And weighting upon what is wrong and right. We leave with clouds that life designed And confess it's broken or again distressed, Like darkness in light is love often blind And not remembering what it once assessed. Time is both day and night, it comes and goes With a touch that breathed into silentness, To the unknown that's awaken in embryos Before the risen dawn vigilantness. Love is like this, clearest feelings fitful, Flows and burns, - contrasts become never dull.