LOVE is winged for two, In the worst he weathers, When their hearts are tied; But if they divide, O too true! Cracks a globe, and feathers, feathers, Feathers all the ground bestrew. I was breast of morning sea, Rosy plume on forest dun, I the laugh in rainy fleeces, While with me She made one. Now must we pick up our pieces, For that then so winged were we. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SHEPHERD, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE PROGRESSIVE HEALTH by CARL DENNIS A FAREWELL by GEORGE GASCOIGNE TOMMY [ATKINS] by RUDYARD KIPLING THE POET'S SONG by ALFRED TENNYSON BLESSING THE LIGHTS by ALTER ABELSON WISCONSIN by CORA BLAKESLEE BEEBE |