Faith be the shadow of love,
Cleaved unto love's side for aye.
Love be born with nay why
Upon its lips and likewise Faith.
He who questions faith receiveth silence,
For the bond twixt faith and love
Be too holy for prating.
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by Vachel Lindsay[A Poem for Aviators]
How the Wings Were Made
From many morning-glories
That in an hour will fade,
From many pansy buds
Gathered in the shade,
From lily of the valley
And dandelion buds,