SHE never loved but once, And then her love did seem Like the opening of the tomb Or the weaving of a dream; -- A premature betrothing To immortal things, -- A momentary clothing With an angel's wings. She never loved but once, And then she learnt to feel The wounds that Love inflicts, That love alone can heal: For as that light of life Slowly faded by, She calmed her spirit's strife, In her wish to die; Yet lived, and Memory drew Some joy from all the pain -- Her heart was kind to all But never loved again. She bid it cease to beat, Till in yon skies above, Love with Love should meet, First and only Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IF by EDWARD JAMES MORTIMER COLLINS WRITTEN UNDER THE INFLUENCE OF DELIRIUM by WILLIAM COWPER SEAWEED by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AT CAMDEN by KATHARINE LEE BATES PSALM 36. DIXIT INJUSTUS by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE ON THE DEATH OF AN OLD TOWNSMAN by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD |