WHERE is the heart that has not bowed A slave, eternal Love, to thee! Look on the cold, the gay, the proud, And is there one among them free? And what must love be in a heart All passion's fiery depths concealing, Which has in its minutest part More than another's whole of feeling! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FIRST DANDELION by WALT WHITMAN STEADFASTNESS; THE LOVER BESEECHETH HIS MISTRESS by THOMAS WYATT |