From these high hills as when a spring doth fall, It trilleth down with still and subtle course; Of this and that it gathers aye, and shall, Till it have just off flowed the stream and forse, Then at the foot it rageth over all: So fareth love when he hath ta'en a source; His rein is rage, resistance vaileth none; The first estew is remedy alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S THRESHOLD by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE BALLAD OF CHRISTMAS by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HEART OF A WOMAN by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON RORY O'MORE; OR, ALL FOR GOOD LUCK by SAMUEL LOVER FARM-YARD SONG by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE |