Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay! Hope's gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers, -- Things that are made to fade and fall away Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours. Love not! Love not! the thing ye love may change; The rosy lip may cease to smile on you, The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange, The heart still warmly beat, yet not be true. Love not! Love not! the thing you love may die, -- May perish from the gay and gladsome earth; The silent stars, the blue and smiling sky, Beam o'er its grave, as once upon its birth. Love not! Love not! O warning vainly said In present hours as in years gone by! Love flings a halo round the dear one's head, Faultless, immortal, till they change or die. Love Not! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BUCOLIC COMEDY: EARLY SPRING by EDITH SITWELL ECHO AND SILENCE by SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES THE FOURTH OF JULY by JOHN PIERPONT SONNET TO THE KYNGE by THEODORE AGRIPPA D' AUBIGNE THE SHEPHERD'S PIPE: FOURTH ECLOGUE. TO MR. THOMAS MANWOOD by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE CANTICLE OF LOVE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |