To think one thought a hundred hundred ways, 'Neath two loved eyes to lay your heart quite bare, To drink the bitter liquor of despair And eat forever ashes of lost days -- In spirit and flesh to know youth's bloom decays, To die of pain, yet swear no pain is there, The more you sue, to move the less your fair, Yet make her wish, the law your life obeys -- Anger that passes, faith that cannot move; Far dearer than yourself your foe to love; To build a thousand vain imaginings, To long to plead, yet fear to voice a breath, In ruin of all hope to hope all things -- These are the signs of love -- love even to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CLAY BISON IN A CAVE by CLARENCE MAJOR THE DEATH OF ADONIS by THEOCRITUS TO THE DAISY (3) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH INSCRIPTIONS: 2. FOR A STATUE OF CHAUCER AT WOODSTOCK by MARK AKENSIDE THREE SONNETS WRITTEN IN MID-CHANNEL: 2 by ALFRED AUSTIN PHILOSOPHY by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS AUTUMN by JESSIE ALBERT BARNEY |