LOVE is winged for two, In the worst he weathers, When their hearts are tied; But if they divide, O too true! Cracks a globe, and feathers, feathers, Feathers all the ground bestrew. I was breast of morning sea, Rosy plume on forest dun, I the laugh in rainy fleeces, While with me She made one. Now must we pick up our pieces, For that then so winged were we. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN THE GALLOWS by PHILIP EDWARD THOMAS THE LIP AND THE HEART by JOHN QUINCY ADAMS DROWNED IN HARBOUR by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA DEATH'S JEST-BOOK by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES NIGHT WATCHERS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET CLEVEDON VERSES: 8. THE BRISTOL CHANNEL by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN |