Sonnet, The Love That Goes On

Each day is like a glow on though the night With love's aspiring into the dim deep Like the weaving streams that the hours on keep Until dawn comes and give its new light Through the morning high of rise onward light With wistful thinking for more in its sleep That the hour’s offers in their own winding reap And wings on to the onward path and flight Unclasped in the pendulous love between Of growing serene of its giving thrill Its passion of the heart that never is seen But keeps its approach give and then to fulfill The love that goes on in the wishes foretold And mature in its deep to never grow old