HE is a fool who thinks he loves in vain, Love, lost or won, is still eternal gain. Fate cannot sever Hearts once made one that they should dwell alone: O soul, what thou hast truly made thine own Is thine for ever. No love is wasted and no light is lost, Who gives himself, however great the cost, Is richer giving; And those we love are ours, whate'er their lot; Those who are dead, and those who love us not Among the living. Lo, loving the unloving here below, A wider love within our hearts will grow For all about us: Our best beloved are ours for ever, though Their lives might be as sweet, for aught we know, Were they without us. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OFFERING by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MARJORIE'S WOOING by EMMA LAZARUS FLUTE-PRIEST SONG FOR RAIN; CEREMONIAL AT THE SUN SPRING by AMY LOWELL BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS COOPER SQUARE by KAREN SWENSON |