WHAT is there in the vale of life Half so delightful as a Wife, When friendship, love, and peace combine To stamp the marriage-bond divine? The stream of pure and genuine love Derives its current from above; And earth a second Eden shows, Where'er the healing water flows: But ah, if, from the dykes and drains Of sensual nature's feverish veins, Lust, like a lawless headstrong flood, Impregnated with ooze and mud, Descending fast on every side, Once mingles with the sacred tide, Farewell the soul-enlivening scene! The banks that wore a smiling green, With rank defilement overspread, Bewail their flowery beauties dead. The stream polluted, dark, and dull, Diffused into a Stygian pool, Through life's last melancholy years Is fed with ever-flowing tears: Complaints supply the zephyr's part, And sighs that heave a breaking heart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE MIDDLETON PLACE by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: MAGRADY GRAHAM by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOMAGE TO SEXTUS PROPERTIUS: 8 by EZRA POUND THE LAST REDOUBT by ALFRED AUSTIN UNMANIFEST DESTINY by RICHARD HOVEY TO AMERICA by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON NEW YORK AT NIGHT by AMY LOWELL |