Do you love? Then you are wretched: you have been hitched to a plow, the ground is hard and dry. It has not rained for forty days and nights. Now pull, sweat and tears will make the soil fertile. Up will spring the wheat of your bitter contribution. Eat with horror and increase of strength. Pride returns in the knowledge of your achievement. It is possible to be happy. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CAPTAIN; AFTER READING HENLEY'S INVICTUS by DOROTHEA DAY A SECOND REVIEW OF THE GRAND ARMY [MAY 24, 1865] by FRANCIS BRET HARTE SONNET: 10 by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY A WOMAN'S ANSWER by ADELAIDE ANNE PROCTER THE DRUG-SHOP, OR, ENDYMION IN EDMONSTOUN by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET EVENING MUSIC by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 9 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |