LOVE is a babel, No man is able To say it is this, or 'tis that; An idle passion Of such a fashion 'Tis like—I cannot tell what. Fair in the cradle, Fierce in the saddle, 'Tis always too cold or too hot: An arrant liar Fed by desire It is, and yet—it is not. Love is a fellow, Clad all in yellow, The canker-worm of the mind; A privy mischief, And such a sly thief, No man knows where him to find. Love is a wonder, 'Tis here, and 'tis yonder; 'Tis common to all men we know; A very cheater, Everyone's better, Then hang him and let him go. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON GOING UNNOTICED by ROBERT FROST ARMAGEDDON by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON PENDULUM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BOTANICAL GARDENS by EDGAR LEE MASTERS QUI S'EXCUSE S'ACCUSE by MARIANNE MOORE |