LOVE, if at dawn some passer-by should say, "Lo! doth thy garment drip with morning dew? Thy face perchance is drenched with cold sea-spray, Thy hair with fallen rain?" Make answer: @3"Nay, These be the death-drops from sad eyes I slew With the quick torch of pain."@1 And if at dusk a reveller should cry, "What rare vermilion vintage hast thou spilled, Or is thy robe splashed with the glowing dye Of some bruised crimson leaf?" O Love reply: @3"These be the life-drops of a heart I killed With the swift spear of grief."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 6. SUNSET IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL A LITTLE GIRL'S PRAYER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD MERLIN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON OCTAVES: 20 by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |