O Love! I know not why, when you are glad, Gaily my glad heart leaps. O Love! I know not why, when you are sad, Wildly my sad heart weeps. I know not why, if sweet be your repose, My waking heart finds rest, Or if your eyes be dim with pain, sharp throes Of anguish rend my breast. Hourly this subtle mystery flowers anew, O Love, I know not why ... Unless it be, perchance, that I am you, Dear love, that you are I! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...GROWN-UP TALK by KATHERINE MANSFIELD VARIATIONS: 17 by CONRAD AIKEN CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE SUMMER by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE FAMILY by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |