HARSH words too cruelly sped, yet thoughts unspoken, Long angry silences, yet too soon broken: O, deep and dark despairs, fondness perverse, Self-aimed, self-wounding, wounding you the worse Who loved and love; deeper dividing pride Burning and burning Love undeified, Degraded Love. ... O thou unmerciful mind That being in me must needs be so unkind, Unmatched for inhumanity; for so To stab myself is to you the sorest blow This brain might deal. And you, slowly resenting, Smouldering with anger, flaming and relenting, Till simple sorrow in your bosom aches And with despair like mine your spirit breaks And lies in the dust, humbled past words to tell— This is Love's poor heaven. Yet not to love is hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRIENDSHIP by RALPH WALDO EMERSON COLUMBUS [JANUARY, 1487] by LYDIA HUNTLEY SIGOURNEY PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 97. AL-WARITH by EDWIN ARNOLD A WOMAN'S SONNETS: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ARMISTICE DAY by ZELMA DUNNING BOWEN A DIALOGUE: JOHN AND RICHARD by JOHN BYROM |