'Tis not that love is less or sorrow more Than in the days when first these things began. Even then you doubted, and our hearts were sore And you rebelled because I was a man. Even then you fought and wrestled with my plan Of earthly bliss. What bitter anguish too When at the hour decreed our passion ran Out of our keeping and love claimed its due! 'Tis not love's fault we part, or grief's. Alas, One mightier now compels us with His nod. The fire of Heaven has touched us, and we pass From pleasure's chastenings to a fiercer rod; And fear has cast out love, for flesh is grass And we are withered with the wrath of God. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPECIAL PLEADING by SIDNEY LANIER ANGLOSAXON STREET by EARL (EARLE) BIRNEY SCUM O' THE EARTH' by ROBERT HAVEN SCHAUFFLER PRAYER by EVGENY ABRAMOVICH BARATYNSKY ISLE OF BEAUTY by THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY TO HELEN KELLER by FRANCES BEEBE |