DIVIDED by the dark, Our foils converge. A spark You kindled not, My Enemy, A spark I never drew From bitter fires that sear me through and through, Gleams fitfully. That spark, that little light, Is lit where foils unite. It lives in spite of us, My Foe; In intervening space, This little eye that darts from place to place Sees clear, I know. Opinions are not one, And man's criterion Is not in us. Between, above, The cross that weapons frame, My Adversary, gleams a truth whose name Might still be Love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HE RULETH NOT THROUGH HE RAIGNE OVER REALMES by THOMAS WYATT JUGGLING JERRY by GEORGE MEREDITH THE SUPLIANTS: IO. CHORUS by AESCHYLUS BIRD CONVERSATIONS, SELECTION by FARID OD-DIN MOHAMMAD EBN EBRAHIM ATTAR SILENUS IN PROTEUS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES RANCH WOMAN by MARGARET CARROLL BRADY PARADISE LOST by BERTON BRALEY LYNTON VERSES: 4. LYNTON TO PORLOCK (EXMOOR) by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |