TELL me, heart, that feels aflame, What is love, that mystic name?-- Spirits twain, whose thought is one; Hearts that beat in unison. Whence comes love? now tell me this.-- For love's birth no reason is.-- What, then, maketh love to rove?-- If it doth, it is not love. What the sign true loving gives?-- Life that in another lives.-- And what feats attest its glow?-- True love makes but little show. How doth love increase its store?-- Giving ever more and more.-- In what words adorns its thought?-- Love loves, and protesteth nought. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHITE NOCTURNE by CONRAD AIKEN THE LOON ON FORRESTER'S POND by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST SPRING BLIZZARD by JAMES GALVIN A MID-DAY DREAMER by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON CRITIC AND POET by EMMA LAZARUS THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS |