IT matters not its history -- Love has wings, Like lightning, swift and fatal; and it springs, Like a wild flower, where it is least expected; Existing, whether cherished or rejected. A mystery art thou! -- thou mighty one! We speak thy name in beauty; yet we shun To say thou art our guest; for who will own His life thy empire, and his heart thy throne? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING SONNET: 10. TO THE LADY MARGARET LEY by JOHN MILTON AVE ATQUE VALE; IN MEMORY OF CHARLES BAUDELAIRE by ALGERNON CHARLES SWINBURNE DRUG STORE by JOHN VAN ALSTYN WEAVER SONNET WRITTEN IN THE FALL OF 1914: 2 by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY |