OUT of life, out of death, there can never Come love that is greater than mine, For the heart in its ceaseless endeavor Finds no inspiration like thine; From the fields of thy love I am gleaning A harvest that grows not of earth, Thy love is so fraught with deep meaning Even gods cannot measure its worth. Men live, love and die, but their yearning Is as bubbles that burst on the sea, But the love of my heart that is burning, Through the unmeasured ages shall be; Other loves are the longings diurnal, They pass with the passing of breath, My love is the passion eternal, It will bloom in the meadows of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOST SHEEP by SARAH PRATT MCCLAIN GREENE EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 15. RATHER DEEDS THAN WORDS by PHILIP AYRES TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) LOVE AFTER SORROW by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT LINES by JESSIE GODDARD BROMAN ON THE DEATH OF MY SISTER THE COUNTESS OF BRIDGEWATER IN CHILDBED by JANE CAVENDISH |