'Tis not that love is less or sorrow more Than in the days when first these things began. Even then you doubted, and our hearts were sore And you rebelled because I was a man. Even then you fought and wrestled with my plan Of earthly bliss. What bitter anguish too When at the hour decreed our passion ran Out of our keeping and love claimed its due! 'Tis not love's fault we part, or grief's. Alas, One mightier now compels us with His nod. The fire of Heaven has touched us, and we pass From pleasure's chastenings to a fiercer rod; And fear has cast out love, for flesh is grass And we are withered with the wrath of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PLACES 1. TWILIGHT (TUCSON) by SARA TEASDALE ONE WORD MORE by ROBERT BROWNING THE BALLAD OF EAST AND WEST by RUDYARD KIPLING RESERVE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE CAN YOU HEAR IT? by THERESA DRULEY BLACK SLEEPING AND WATCHING by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING TO MISS LOGAN, WITH BEATTIE'S POEMS by ROBERT BURNS ANSWER TO A BEAUTIFUL POEM ENTITLED 'THE COMMON LOT' by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |