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.