Love is the precious jewel in our Life, The sweetest thing this Earth has ever known, Found in a labourer's cottage, on a stool, Then in a palace, sitting on a throne. She lets no Knowledge cloud our mortal hours, Or cast its shadows on her glorious eyes; All hope of Life immortal after Death Springs out of Love's abiding qualities. Love judges neither blood, nor pomp, nor state, She questions for its @3heart@1 each living thing: What kind of woman is our English queen, What kind of man her husband and our king. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM ALNWICK CASTLE by FITZ-GREENE HALLECK A DIALOGUE ANTHEM by GEORGE HERBERT THE ETERNAL GOODNESS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER IN APRIL by MARGARET LEE ASHLEY |