WHO has not @3wanted@1 does not guess What plenty is. -- Who has not groped In depths of doubt and hopelessness Has never truly hoped. -- Unless, sometimes, a shadow falls Upon his mirth, and veils his sight, And from the darkness drifts the light Of love at intervals. And that most dear of everything. I hold, is love; and who can sit With lightest heart and laugh and sing, Knows not the worth of it. -- Unless, in some strange throng, perchance, He feels how thrilling sweet it is, One yearning look that answers his -- The troth of glance and glance. Who knows not pain, knows not, alas! What pleasure is. -- Who knows not of The bitter cup that will not pass, Knows not the taste of love. O souls that thirst, and hearts that fast, And natures faint with famishing, God lift and lead and safely bring You to your own at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HAPPINESS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOEL: CHRISTMAS EVE, 1913 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MORTAL COMBAT by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE THE BELL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES UPON HIS SPANIEL [SPANIELL] TRACIE by ROBERT HERRICK A SHORT SONG OF CONGRATULATION by SAMUEL JOHNSON (1709-1784) THE HERITAGE by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL EXPECTATION by GLADYS BRIERLY ASHOUR SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 3. BEAUTY UNLOOKED FOR by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |