I THINK the pity of this earthly life Is love: so sighs a singer of the day, Whose pensive strain my sympathetic lay Sadly prolongs. Alas! the endless strife Of love's sweet law with cold convention's rules; The loving souls unloved: the perfect mate, After long years of yearning, found -- too late! The treason of false friends; the frown of fools; The fear that baffles bliss in beauty's arms; The weariness of absence; and the dread Of lover -- or of love -- untimely dead! -- Musing on these, and all the direful harms That hapless human hearts are doomed to prove, I think the pity of this life is love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXECUTIVE by DAVID IGNATOW FORECLOSURE by STERLING ALLEN BROWN EARTH'S IMMORTALITIES: FAME by ROBERT BROWNING GLADYS AND HER ISLAND; AN IMPERFECT TALE WITH DOUBTFUL MORAL by JEAN INGELOW TO THE WHITE FIENDS by CLAUDE MCKAY |