Why did you love me? Was it not enough That the world loved you, all the world and I? Or was your heart of so sublime a stuff That it might trifle with inconstancy And love and cease to love and yet not die? Heaven was your throne by right of happiness And Earth your footstool. All things great and high Waited your bidding, love itself no less. Yet, if you deigned to love, if from your place In Heaven you stooped, if, when your heart was moved, A thrill of human pleasure tinged your face, If 'twas in weakness not in strength you loved, Then there was cause to blush. Yet, loving, how Shall you blush less to be apostate now? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LITTLE SONG OF LIFE by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE EXPLANATION by VIRGINIA A. ALLIN IN THE VANGUARD by ALEXANDER ANDERSON SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 36. STRONG, LIKE THE SEA by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: COMPENSATION by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON THE SEA-HOUNDS by MARGUERITE CHAPMAN THE GLORY OF THE GAME by WILLIAM HAMILTON CLINE SEVEN SONNETS ON THE THOUGHT OF DEATH: 1 by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |