LOVE, love, in vain We count the days of Spring. Lost is all love's pain, Lost the songs we sing. Sunshine and Summer rain, Winter and Spring again Still the years shall bring, But we die. Love, what a noon Of happy love was ours! Grief came too soon, Touched the Autumn flowers, Grief and the doubt of death, Mixed with the roses' breath. Darkly the Winter lowers, And we die. His torch, love, the Sun Turns to the stormy West, Like a fair dream begun Changing to jest. Love, while our souls are one, Still let us sing the Sun, Sing and forget the rest And so die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A WINTER NIGHT by WILLIAM BARNES THE TREASURES OF THE DEEP by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS TO SOME LADIES [ON RECEIVING A CURIOUS SHELL] by JOHN KEATS SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 123 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MUIOPOTMOS, OR THE FATE OF THE BUTTERFLIE by EDMUND SPENSER A BLACKBIRD SUDDENLY by JOSEPH AUSLANDER EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 1. THE MARVELLOUS SEED OF LOVE by PHILIP AYRES |