OUR love forsworn Was very love upon a day, Bitterness now, forlorn, This tattered love once went as proud a way As any born. You well have kept Your love from all corrupting things, Your house of love is swept And bright for use; whatso each season brings You may accept In pride. But we? Our date of love is dead. Our blind Brief moment was to be The sum, yet was it signed as yours, and signed Indelibly. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GRAVES OF A HOUSEHOLD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 52. YA HAKK by EDWIN ARNOLD A SONG OF RICHES by KATHARINE LEE BATES HARMONIE DU SOIR by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE NO SORROW PECULIAR TO THE SUFFERER by VINCENT BOURNE MELISSA by ROBERT LOUIS BURGESS THE PRAIRIE ON FIRE by PHOEBE CARY COMPLAYNT D'AMOURS; AN AMOROUS COMPLAINT, MADE AT WINDSOR by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |