WHEN I consider how love works us wrong, And from delight forever trouble borrows, Then this shall be the burden of my song: Mother of Love, thou art the Mother of Sorrows! But when I witness how the selfsame cross Borne by two hearts may make but one thereof, I must confess my logic at a loss: Mother of Sorrows, thou art the Mother of Love! Learn this to-day, and thou hast learned enough, The fool himself will learn it on the morrow: That Sorrow is the other self of Love, And Love is but another name for Sorrow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH EVENING IN A SUGAR ORCHARD by ROBERT FROST INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE TOMB AT AKR CAAR by EZRA POUND HAD I THE CHOICE (AFTER WALT WHITMAN) by GEORGE SANTAYANA LINES ON LEAVING THE BEDFORD STR. SCHOOL HOUSE by GEORGE SANTAYANA |