Where love is, there comes sorrow To-day or else to-morrow: Endure the mood, Love only means our good. Where love is, there comes pleasure With or withouten measure. Early or late Cheering the sorriest state. Where love is, all perfection Is stored for heart's delection; For where love is Dwells every sort of bliss. Who would not choose a sorrow Love's self will cheer to-morrow? One day of sorrow, Then such a long to-morrow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNET: 23. ON HIS DECEASED WIFE by JOHN MILTON ANGEL OR WOMAN by THOMAS PARNELL TEARS by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE GOLD AND STEEL; THE ANSWER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON STOKLEWATH; OR, THE CUMBRIAN VILLAGE by SUSANNA BLAMIRE MIDSUMMER IN THE CATSKILLS by JOHN BURROUGHS |