Seek not to know Love's full extent, For Death, not Life, must measure Love; Not till one lover's dead and gone, Is Love made strong enough to prove. What woman, with a ghostly lover, Can hold a mirror to her hair? A man can tell his love with tears, When but a woman's ghost is there. Our greatest meeting is to come, When either you or I are lost: When one, being left alone in tears, Confesses to the other's ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NURSING HOME: THE CANARY by KAREN SWENSON ALEXANDER'S FEAST; OR, THE POWER OF MUSIC by JOHN DRYDEN THE WOOD OF FLOWERS by JAMES STEPHENS THE WATER WHEEL by ABU ABD ALLAH THE CAUTIOUS HOUSEHOLDER by ANAXILAS |