Love's wings are wondrous swift

Love's wings are wondrous swift
When hanging feathers lift.
Why hath Love wings,
Great pinions strong of curve?
His wild desires to serve;
To swoop on the prey,
And bear it away,
Love hath wings.

Love's wings are golden soft.
When dropping from aloft.
Why hath Love wings,
Feathers of glistening fleece?
To soothe with balmy peace,
And warmth of his breath
Souls he cherisheth
Love hath wings.

Love's wings are broad of van,
Stretched for great travel's span.
Why hath Love wings.
Mail of the sea-bird's might?
From feeble hearts and slight
To lift him forlorn
To a fastness of scorn.
Love hath wings.