HARSH words too cruelly sped, yet thoughts unspoken, Long angry silences, yet too soon broken: O, deep and dark despairs, fondness perverse, Self-aimed, self-wounding, wounding you the worse Who loved and love; deeper dividing pride Burning and burning Love undeified, Degraded Love. ... O thou unmerciful mind That being in me must needs be so unkind, Unmatched for inhumanity; for so To stab myself is to you the sorest blow This brain might deal. And you, slowly resenting, Smouldering with anger, flaming and relenting, Till simple sorrow in your bosom aches And with despair like mine your spirit breaks And lies in the dust, humbled past words to tell— This is Love's poor heaven. Yet not to love is hell. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MOTHER EARTH by GEORGE SANTAYANA GOD'S GRANDEUR by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS AFTER THE WAR by RICHARD THOMAS LE GALLIENNE TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: THE LEGEND OF RABBI BEN LEVY by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW DEFEAT AND VICTORY by WALLACE RICE THE BARD'S ANNUAL DEFIANCE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS |