Seek not to know Love's full extent, For Death, not Life, must measure Love; Not till one lover's dead and gone, Is Love made strong enough to prove. What woman, with a ghostly lover, Can hold a mirror to her hair? A man can tell his love with tears, When but a woman's ghost is there. Our greatest meeting is to come, When either you or I are lost: When one, being left alone in tears, Confesses to the other's ghost. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPILOGUE TO DRAMATIS PERSONAE by ROBERT BROWNING THE WINDOW; OR, THE SONG OF THE WRENS: THE LETTER by ALFRED TENNYSON TO HIM THAT WAS CRUCIFIED by WALT WHITMAN A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER THE WOLD WALL by WILLIAM BARNES THE BALLAD OF BAZILE BORGNE: L'ENVOI by IDA COLE BARTLATT PAULO POST ORDINATIONEM by JOSEPH BEAUMONT THE IMPROVISATORE: THE INDUCTION TO THE FIRST FYTTE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |