From these high hills as when a spring doth fall, It trilleth down with still and subtle course; Of this and that it gathers aye, and shall, Till it have just off flowed the stream and forse, Then at the foot it rageth over all: So fareth love when he hath ta'en a source; His rein is rage, resistance vaileth none; The first estew is remedy alone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO DISRAELI ON CONSERVATISM by MARIANNE MOORE AMERICAN NAMES by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET TO MY FATHER by WILLIAM SYDNEY GRAHAM THE CHURCH FLOORE by GEORGE HERBERT SAILING BEYOND SEAS (OLD STYLE) by JEAN INGELOW LATE AUTUMN by WILLIAM ALLINGHAM |