I have loved many people with devotion And one I loved to madness long ago. Now I love all but none can stir emotion; I ask no pity, I would have it so. I've mourned the dead with grief past reason's measure, More bitterly the living, dead to me. I have known joy too deep for unmixed pleasure And happiness without tranquility. If through my song there runs a note of sadness, Yet in it there is no regretful strain; The minor tones but temper too bright gladness, As after too much sun we long for rain. Now my heart's troubled streams have found surcease, Like rivulets that have found river's peace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 5. THE INQUIRY by THOMAS HARDY SONNET: 110 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE TO JANE: THE INVITATION by PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY BIVOUAC ON A MOUNTAIN SIDE by WALT WHITMAN O MAGNET-SOUTH by WALT WHITMAN |