Oh, miracle of love! That death, which seems So hard a master when he holds his prize, Whom no cajoleries, nor stratagems Of beauty's power, nor wisdom's sophistries, E'er turned aside from his appointed way, But falcon-like, who with relentless foot And pinions spread above his captured prey, Holds his high way in heaven absolute, Nor heeds our questionings: that this same death Should have grown soft and yielded to love's tears, And drawn his talons from their fleshly sheath, And spared awhile his harvest of the years! Oh, miracle in sooth renowned above All other wonders of miraculous love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON THE LOSS OF THE ROYAL GEORGE by WILLIAM COWPER POETA FIT, NON NASCITUR by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON THE PARTING OF THE WAYS by JOSEPH BENSON GILDER THE DORCHESTER GIANT by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES TO THE UNKNOWN EROS: BOOK 1: 10. THE TOYS by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE FOR MY OWN TOMBSTONE by MATTHEW PRIOR THE WASTE PLACES by JAMES STEPHENS LIVE BLINDLY; SONNET by TRUMBULL STICKNEY TO THE LADY IN THE CHIMSETTE WITH BLACK BUTTONS by NATHANIEL PARKER WILLIS |