What classic form can hold the restless song That day and night the world is chiming me, Rending my heart with its discordancy? "Pain, pain is right; joy, joy, ah! joy is wrong." Now on these April lawns the robins throng And sing, "O happy love, O ecstasy." A voice beside me mutters, "Charity." "Yes," cowering wretch, "to one God we belong." "Love, love, O love," all sunny places sing. "Nay, suffer, suffer," cries each human sight, "Thy garland be the crown thy Lord did wear." My heart was faint at thought of suffering, Until Love whispered: "First be my true knight, Or pain can find no load for you to bear." |