LOVE is a day, Sweetheart, shining and bright: It hath its rose-dawn ere the morning light; Its glow and glory of the sudden sun; Its noon-tide heat as the swift hours wear on; Its fall of dew, and silver-lighted night, -- Love is a day. Sweetheart, shining and bright. Love is a year, Beloved, bitter and brief: It hath its spring of bud, and bloom and leaf; Its summer burning from the fervid South Till all the fields lie parched and faint with drouth; Its autumn, when the leaves sweep down the gale, When skies are grey, and heart and spirit fail; Its winter white with snow, more white with grief, -- Love is a year, Beloved, bitter and brief. Love is a life, Sweetheart, ending in death: Is it worth while to mourn its fleeting breath, Light-fooled youth, or sad, fore-casting prime, Joy of young hope, or grief of later time? What pain or pleasure stays its parting breath? Love is a life, Sweetheart, ending in death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BEFORE A PAINTING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MERELY STATEMENT by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: GEORGE JOSLIN ON LA MENKEN by EDGAR LEE MASTERS WHY I AM A LIBERAL by ROBERT BROWNING WILLIE BREW'D A PECK O' MAUT by ROBERT BURNS BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1885 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |