NOT for me marring or making, Not for me giving or taking; I love my Love and he loves not me, I love my Love and my heart is breaking. Sweet is Spring in its lovely showing, Sweet the violet veiled in blowing, Sweet it is to love and be loved; Ah sweet knowledge beyond my knowing! Who sighs for love sighs but for pleasure, Who wastes for love hoards up a treasure; Sweet to be loved and take no count, Sweet it is to love without measure. Sweet my Love whom I loved to try for, Sweet my Love whom I love and sigh for, Will you once love me and sigh for me, You my Love whom I love and die for? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HEAVEN by NANCY WOODBURY PRIEST MARY'S GIRLHOOD (FOR A PICTURE): 1 by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE WORLD (1) by HENRY VAUGHAN A FAREWELL TO AMERICA, TO MRS. S. W. by PHILLIS WHEATLEY THE OLD FERRYMAN by ANTIPHILUS OF BYZANTIUM VOLATUS TRIUMPHANS by LUCIUS MORRIS BEEBE HOW DO I KNOW? by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |