OUT of life, out of death, there can never Come love that is greater than mine, For the heart in its ceaseless endeavor Finds no inspiration like thine; From the fields of thy love I am gleaning A harvest that grows not of earth, Thy love is so fraught with deep meaning Even gods cannot measure its worth. Men live, love and die, but their yearning Is as bubbles that burst on the sea, But the love of my heart that is burning, Through the unmeasured ages shall be; Other loves are the longings diurnal, They pass with the passing of breath, My love is the passion eternal, It will bloom in the meadows of death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CANDLE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 2. CAMBODIA by KAREN SWENSON DEATH THE LEVELLER, FR. THE CONTENTION OF AJAX AND ULYSSES by JAMES SHIRLEY THE OLD LOBSTERMAN by JOHN TOWNSEND TROWBRIDGE THE CONFESSION by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM FLOATING HEARTS by GEORGE BRADFORD BARTLETT PSALM 86 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE OBSERVATIONS IN THE ART OF ENGLISH POESY: 23. ELEGIAC VERSE: THE SIXTH EPIGRAM by THOMAS CAMPION |