I SAID my pleasure shall not move; It is not fixed in things apart: Seeking not lovebut yet to love I put my trust in mine own heart. I knew the fountain of the deep Wells up with living joy, unfed: Such joys the lonely heart may keep, And love grow rich with love unwed. Still flows the ancient fount sublime; But, ah, for my heart, shed tears, shed tears; Not it, but love, has scorn of time; It turns to dust beneath the years. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHOIRMASTER'S BURIAL by THOMAS HARDY FOREIGN CHILDREN by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO MICHAL: SONNETS AFTER MARRIAGE: 8. AFTER RONSARD by CHARLES WILLIAMS THE HINT O' HAIRST by HEW AINSLIE THE BALLOON MAN by JEAN M. BATCHELOR |