O LOVE! -- that love which comes so stealthily, And takes us up, and twists us as it will -- What fever'd hours of agony 'twill bring! How oft we wake and cry: "God set me free Of love -- to never love again!" And still We fall, and clutch it by the knees, and cling And press our lips -- and so, once more are glad! And if it go, or if it never come, Through what a grieving wilderness of pain We travel on! In prisons stripped of light We blindly grope, and wander without home. The friendless winds that sweep across the plain -- The beggars meeting us at silent night -- Than we, are not more desolate and sad! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STELLA'S BIRTHDAY, 1725 by JONATHAN SWIFT HERO TO LEANDER by ALFRED TENNYSON BATUSCHKA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THE COMING OF HIS FEET by LYMAN WHITNEY ALLEN A DAY IN THE CASTLE OF ENVY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT TAKE YOUR CHOICE: OR HERE'S GRANTLAND RICE'S METHOD by BERTON BRALEY |