Love is that splendid triggering of human vitality the supreme activity which nature affords anyone for going out of himself toward someone else.
Watching the Needleboats at San Sabba
by James Joyce
I heard their young hearts crying
Loveward above the glancing oar
And heard the prairie grasses sighing:
No more, return no more!
O hearts, O sighing grasses,
Vainly your loveblown bannerets mourn!
No more will the wild wind that passes
Return, no more return.