ONE Love there is all roseate-flushed and fair -- This is the love that plucks the fruit of life; One Love there is with cypress round his hair, The love that fought and fell in bitter strife: Not that nor this the Shade that comes to-day With tender hands to soothe my beating heart, -- But the third Love that gains and gives away, And in renouncing holds the better part; His eyes are very sweet, and bright with tears, Like thine own eyes, my Dearest, wet with love; He knows that I am weak, and torn with fears, Trembling to say too much or not enough, He knows that on the verge of hope I stand, With Death and perilous Life on either hand. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO BEACHEY, 1912 by CARL SANDBURG A MOTHER TO HER SICK CHILD by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES BRONX, 1818 by JOSEPH RODMAN DRAKE THE BARD'S EXCUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS THIEPVAL WOOD by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |