Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed in one, Passion 'tis and pain which mingle Glist'ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity Dies or e'er the pang is fled: Passion 'tis not, foul and gritty, Born one instant, instant dead. Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed in one, Passion 'tis and pain which mingle Glist'ring then for aye undone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SOME VERSES UPON THE BURNING OF OUR HOUSE JULY 10, 1666 by ANNE BRADSTREET THE WALLS DO NOT FALL: 4 by HILDA DOOLITTLE THE PAST by RALPH WALDO EMERSON BOSTON COMMON: 1774 by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES |