O joy of love's renewing, Could love be born again; Relenting for thy rueing, And pitying my pain: O joy of love's awaking, Could love arise from sleep, Forgiving our forsaking The fields we would not reap! Fleet, fleet we fly, pursuing The love that fled amain, But will he list our wooing, Or call we but in vain? Ah! vain is all our wooing, And all our prayers are vain, Love listeth not our suing, Love will not wake again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RICH DAYS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES FOR THE BAPTIST by WILLIAM DRUMMOND OF HAWTHORNDEN THE FALL OF JERUSALEM by ALFRED TENNYSON COMRADES by GEORGE EDWARD WOODBERRY PSALM 113 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE JUVENILE ALMANAC by DOROTHY BUERGER RELIGIOUS MUSINGS; A DESULTORY POEM, WRITTEN ON CHRISTMAS EVE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |