STRONG as death, and cruel as the grave, Clothed with cloud and tempest's blackening breath, Known of death's dread self, whom none outbrave, Strong as death, Love, brow-bound with anguish for a wreath, Fierce with pain, a tyrant-hearted slave, Burns above a world that groans beneath. Hath not pity power on thee to save, Love? hath power no pity? Nought he saith, Answering: blind he walks as wind or wave, Strong as death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUTTIN' THE BABY AWAY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE ROAST BEEF OF OLD ENGLAND by HENRY FIELDING AT LULWORTH COVE A CENTURY BACK by THOMAS HARDY THE DARK-EYED GENTLEMAN by THOMAS HARDY LINES ON THE MERMAID TAVERN by JOHN KEATS ON KEATS, WHO DESIRED THAT ON HIS TOMB SHOULD BE INSCRIBED: by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY PRELUDE TO FAITH by MARJORIE MERRILL BLISS |