LOVE, love, in vain We count the days of Spring. Lost is all love's pain, Lost the songs we sing. Sunshine and Summer rain, Winter and Spring again Still the years shall bring, But we die. Love, what a noon Of happy love was ours! Grief came too soon, Touched the Autumn flowers, Grief and the doubt of death, Mixed with the roses' breath. Darkly the Winter lowers, And we die. His torch, love, the Sun Turns to the stormy West, Like a fair dream begun Changing to jest. Love, while our souls are one, Still let us sing the Sun, Sing and forget the rest And so die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE COURTSHIP OF MILES STANDISH by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW NORTHBOUN' by LUCY ARIEL WILLIAMS ODES: BOOK 2: ODE 1 by MARK AKENSIDE CHRISTMAS, 1917 by BRENT DOW ALLINSON SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE |