When Love has lost his bite and sting, And all his fire has gone What other god shall take his place, And fill his golden throne? Where Love has sat, there let him lie, Whether he lives or dies; Still on that throne, where none succeeds, Embalmed in memories. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE YOUNG MYSTIC by LOUIS UNTERMEYER LAYS OF FRANCE: SONG (2) by MARIE DE FRANCE THE SUMMER IS ENDED (2) by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI SATIRE: 6 by AULUS PERSIUS FLACCUS PURIM, 1900 by ALICE D. BRAHAM THE BATTLE OF MARATHON by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING QUEEN MOUNTAIN by BLANCHE BROWNE BRYANT |