Though utter death should swallow up my hope And choke with dust the mouth of my desire, Though no dawn burst, and no aurorean choir Sing GLORIA DEO when the heavens ope, Yet have I light of love, nor need to grope Lost, wholly lost, without an inward fire; The flame that quickeneth the world entire Leaps in my breast, with cruel death to cope. Hath not the night-environed earth her flowers? Hath not my grief the blessed joy of thee? Is not the comfort of these singing hours, Full of thy perfectness, enough for me? They are not evil, then, those hidden powers: One love sufficeth an eternity. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AFTER DIVORCE; FOR NAHID SARMAD by KAREN SWENSON SANTORIN (A LEGEND OF THE AEGEAN) by JAMES ELROY FLECKER RENASCENCE by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE PRAYSE OF LADY PECUNIA by RICHARD BARNFIELD FRAGMENT by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES MY OWN EPITAPH by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |