Love is the precious jewel in our Life, The sweetest thing this Earth has ever known, Found in a labourer's cottage, on a stool, Then in a palace, sitting on a throne. She lets no Knowledge cloud our mortal hours, Or cast its shadows on her glorious eyes; All hope of Life immortal after Death Springs out of Love's abiding qualities. Love judges neither blood, nor pomp, nor state, She questions for its @3heart@1 each living thing: What kind of woman is our English queen, What kind of man her husband and our king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A NAMELESS EPITAPH (2) by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE DAUGHTER by MATILDA BARBARA BETHAM-EDWARDS A CANTO OF KHANS by BERTON BRALEY PRIVATE DEVOTION by PHOEBE HINSDALE BROWN A BACCHANALIAN RANT by HENRY CAREY (1687-1743) THE OLD PROSPECTOR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. |