ALAS! who knows or cares, my love, If our love live or die, -- If thou thy frailty, sweet, should prove, Or my soul thine deny? Yet merging sorrow in delight, Love's dream disputes our devious night. None know, sweet love, nor care a thought For our heart's vague desire, Nor if our longing come to naught, Or burn in aimless fire; Let them alone, we'll waste no sighs: Cling closer, love, and close thine eyes! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 18 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE SONG OF THE ANGELS AT THE NATIVITY by NAHUM TATE VULTURES by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM ARMSTRONG'S GOOD NIGHT by THOMAS ARMSTRONG SAD MADRIGAL, SELECTION by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE SHEMA-YISRAEL-ADONAI-ELOHENU ADONAI-ECHOD by NATHAN BERNSTEIN |