There's no love like hopeless love When the sin of it is shriven, And from thought of pleasure driven, Love itself grows sweet above All the joys it dreameth of. So my soul by loss hath thriven, For the wayward god, forgiven, Gave me back, the subtle thief, Peace, and on the wings of grief Carried me from earth to heaven. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPANISH FRIAR: 1-3. LOVE'S DESPAIR by JOHN DRYDEN A PRAISE OF HIS LOVE by HENRY HOWARD ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 72 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS A SONNET. OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES DEATH IN A BALL-ROOM by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MEMORY AND HOPE by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MEMORIAL ABSTRACT OF A SERMON PREACHED ON PROVERBS, XX, 27 by JOHN BYROM |