LOVE is a bog, a deep bog, and a wide bog; Love is a clog, a great clog, and a close clog; 'Tis a wilderness to lose ourselves, And a halter 'tis to noose ourselves: Then draw dun out of the mire, And throw the clog i' th' fire. Keep in the kings high-way Sober, and you cannot stray. If you admire no female elf, The halter may go hang itself. Drink wine and be merry, for love is folly, And dwells in the house of melancholy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER THICKET by SHARON OLDS ELEGY FOR AN ENEMY by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET GREEN MOUNTAIN IDYL by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE AUDACIOUS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON NOBODY'S LOOKIN' BUT DE OWL AND DE MOON (A NEGRO SERENADE) by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |