Love is that orbit of the restless soul Whose circle grazes the confines of space, Bounding within the limits of its race Utmost extremes; whose high and topmost pole Within the very glaze of heaven doth roll; Whose nether course is through the darkest place Eclipsed by hell. What daring hand shall trace The blended joys and sorrows that control A heart whose journeys the fixed hand of Fate Points through this pathway? Who may soar so high, -- Behold such glories with unwinking eye? Who drop so low beneath his mortal state, And thence return with careful chart and date, To mark which way another's course must lie? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A DREAM OF JULIUS CAESAR by ROBERT FROST STORIES ARE MADE OF MISTAKES by JAMES GALVIN SUNDAY NIGHT by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE PRISONER (A FRAGMENT) by EMILY JANE BRONTE MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 3 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 41. LOVE REQUIRES NO ENTREATIES by PHILIP AYRES AMBITION by MILDRED TELFORD BARNWELL |