If this be love, to draw a weary breath, Paint on floods, till the shore, cry to the air; With downward looks still reading on the earth The sad memorials of my love's despair; If this be love, to war against my soul, Lie down to wail, rise up to sigh and grieve me; The never-resting stone of care to roll, Still to complain my griefs, and none relieve me; If this be love, to clothe me with dark thoughts, Haunting untrodden paths to wail apart; My pleasures, horror; music, tragic notes; Tears in my eyes, and sorrow at my heart; If this be love, to live a living death, Oh, then love I, and draw this weary breath. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE END OF IT by FRANCIS THOMPSON FANTAISIES DECORATIVES: 2. LES BALLOONS by OSCAR WILDE PROMETHEUS BOUND: PROMETHEUS THE TEACHER OF MEN by AESCHYLUS HARVARD DECLARES WAR by BRENT DOW ALLINSON THE FRONTIER GUARD by ANTON ALEXANDER VON AUERSPERG IF WE HAD THE TIME by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON IN RESPECTFUL MEMORY OF MR. YARKER: MENTEM MORTALIA TANGUNT by JOHN CLOSE |