Love for love's sake, like art for art's, belies its very nature. There are none who know the abstract spirit save the ones who go dreaming beyond our world and through our skies! Love for the sake of all creation dies, if die it must, in labored art to show integrity with earthly forms, and lo! an abstract truth is glimpsed by concrete eyes. Since I love you, and wish you only well, I am the artist laboring to say love dies in this -- there is no other way. And, by this token, not to threaten hell, love lives in this, that living it may sing @3love wishes well@1, or it is no such thing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NIGHTS WITHOUT SLEEP by SARA TEASDALE EGERTON MANUSCRIPT: 104. JOPAS'S SONG by THOMAS WYATT UNDER THE VIOLETS by OLIVER WENDELL HOLMES FESTE'S SONG (2), FR. TWELFTH NIGHT by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE MAPLE LEAVES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH WAR DEAD by PATRICK JOHN MCALISTER ANDERSON SCHUBERT'S (UNFINISHED) SYMPHONY by FRANCES BARTLETT |