You ask me what I think of life and love, And if I count them fit to compensate For all the strife and stress of fear and hate, And all the stark disharmonies that shove (Without the smallest pin-point inkling of) The soul of man from bliss of heaven's state To that @3impasse@1 where he would rail at fate Until, befogged, he sees no light above. I say to you: Transcending all the list Of ills you marshall, love can stand alone, Serene, though all should strike with mailed fist, For love can grant to life its overtone, And pierce by brightest panoply through mist, And speak the magic word that lifts its own. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A LITTLE INVISIBLE BEING WHO IS EXPECTED SOON TO BECOME VISIBLE by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD A LOVE SONG by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO THE ONE OF FICTIVE MUSIC by WALLACE STEVENS SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 4. SHE REMEMBERS by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS EMBLEMS OF LOVE: CUPID TO CHLOE WEEPING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES LONG LIVE LIFE by JACQUES BARON |