Its Weight That Is Golden Poem by Peter S. Quinn

In the gracious light of all memories gone
The moments of burning of desiring flame
In a word of its forbearing truest in name
That carries new appearing still on and on
Oh love sweetest heavenly beauty still
Its weight that is golden through years to come
The resembling youth in its sparkling bloom
Treasures of look in day's moments fulfill
Each pitch of its high most adorable voice
That reaches the air of instances and age
Passion the converts with happiness rejoice
Each its golden thought and sentences gage
All that’s once more in loveliness taken
When we thought it descended or forsaken