AH how sweet it is to love, Ah how gay is young desire! And what pleasing pains we prove When we first approach Loves fire! Pains of Love be sweeter far Than all other pleasures are. Sighs which are from Lovers blown, Do but gently heave the Heart: Ev'n the tears they shed alone Cure, like trickling Balm, their smart. Lovers when they lose their breath Bleed away in easie death Love and Time with reverence use, Treat 'em like a parting friend: Nor the golden gifts refuse Which in youth sincere they send: For each year their price is more, And they less simple than before. Love like Spring-tides full and high Swells in ev'ry youthful vein: But each Tide does less supply, Till they quite shrink in again If a flow in Age appear, 'Tis but rain, and runs not clear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE FIRST LESSON by EMILY DICKINSON UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK THE SHADES OF NIGHT by ALFRED EDWARD HOUSMAN PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY SAINT AGNES' EVE by ALFRED TENNYSON |