The healthiest trees bear fruits that fail, By worm or frost they drop decayed; The very Heavens have weakling stars That fall from their high state, and fade. But as a thousand silver stars Stand firm and fast for one that's lost; And many a strong and golden pear Survives the worm, the wind, and frost: So must I think, when Love's at fault, Of charms secure and manifold — As stars whose silver numbers last, And pears that reach the age of gold. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LAST REDOUBT by ALFRED AUSTIN THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN COLIN CLOUTS COME HOME AGAIN by EDMUND SPENSER MARE LIBERUM by HENRY VAN DYKE THE MORAL FABLES: THE TALE OF THE COCK, AND THE JEWEL by AESOP |