Love is the peace whereto all thoughts do strive, Done and begun with all our powers in one: The first and last in us that is alive, End of the good, and therewith pleased alone. Perfection's spirit, goddess of the mind, Passed through hope, desire, grief and fear, A simple goodness in the flesh refined, Which of the joys to come doth witness bear. Constant, because it sees no cause to vary, A quintessence of passions overthrown, Raised above all that change of objects carry, A nature by no other nature known: For glory's of eternity a frame, That by all bodies else obscures her name. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BALLAD OF THE GIBBET by FRANCOIS VILLON SAINT BRIDE'S LULLABY by WILLIAM SHARP THE YEAR OF JUBILEE by HENRY CLAY WORK SATURDAY NIGHT AT SEA by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 23 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |