What is Love? I asked a lover - Liken it, he answered, weeping, To a flood unchained and sweeping Over shell-strewn grottoes, over Beds of roses, lilies, tulips, O'er all flowers that most enrich the Garden, in one headlong torrent, Till they shew a wreck from which the Eye and mind recoil abhorrent. Hearts may woo hearts, lips may woo lips, And gay days be spent in gladness, Dancing, feasting, lilting, luting, But the end of all is Sadness, Desolation, Devastation, Spoliation and Uprooting! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HIS PRAYER TO BEN JONSON by ROBERT HERRICK AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS SAINT AGNES' EVE by ALFRED TENNYSON EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 12. LIFE FOR LOVE by PHILIP AYRES EXOTIC PERFUME by CHARLES BAUDELAIRE ONCE & EVER by JOSEPH BEAUMONT ACROSS THE CITY by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE |