I have loved many people with devotion And one I loved to madness long ago. Now I love all but none can stir emotion; I ask no pity, I would have it so. I've mourned the dead with grief past reason's measure, More bitterly the living, dead to me. I have known joy too deep for unmixed pleasure And happiness without tranquility. If through my song there runs a note of sadness, Yet in it there is no regretful strain; The minor tones but temper too bright gladness, As after too much sun we long for rain. Now my heart's troubled streams have found surcease, Like rivulets that have found river's peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON VISITING THE TOMB OF BURNS by JOHN KEATS ENVOI: DEATH (2) by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 5. ETERNAL by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) S. JOHN: THE DISCIPLE, WHOM JESUS LOVED by JOSEPH BEAUMONT FRAGMENTS INTENDED FOR DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: DAY OF SURPASSING BEAUTY by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES OLD LADY NECESSITY by BERTON BRALEY WOMAN AND ARTIST by ALICE WILLIAMS BROTHERTON BACH'S ORGAN WORKS by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN THE WANDERER: 6. PALINGENSIS: THE SOUL'S SCIENCE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |