You ask me what I think of life and love, And if I count them fit to compensate For all the strife and stress of fear and hate, And all the stark disharmonies that shove (Without the smallest pin-point inkling of) The soul of man from bliss of heaven's state To that @3impasse@1 where he would rail at fate Until, befogged, he sees no light above. I say to you: Transcending all the list Of ills you marshall, love can stand alone, Serene, though all should strike with mailed fist, For love can grant to life its overtone, And pierce by brightest panoply through mist, And speak the magic word that lifts its own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPIRIT OF NATURE by RICHARD REALF TRACT by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS RHODE ISLAND by CHARLOTTE FISKE BATES THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 26. ASKING FOR HER HEART. CHRISTMAS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON THE LOSS OF PROFESSOR FISHER by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNET ON MOOR PARK - WRITTEN AT LEE PRIORY, AUGUST 10, 1826 by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 17. AN ELEGY by THOMAS CAMPION |