SHE never loved but once, And then her love did seem Like the opening of the tomb Or the weaving of a dream; -- A premature betrothing To immortal things, -- A momentary clothing With an angel's wings. She never loved but once, And then she learnt to feel The wounds that Love inflicts, That love alone can heal: For as that light of life Slowly faded by, She calmed her spirit's strife, In her wish to die; Yet lived, and Memory drew Some joy from all the pain -- Her heart was kind to all But never loved again. She bid it cease to beat, Till in yon skies above, Love with Love should meet, First and only Love! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FUTURE LIFE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE BATTLE OF CHARLESTON HARBOR by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE EROS TURANNOS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GATHERING SONG OF DONALD [OR, DONUI DHU] THE BLACK by WALTER SCOTT SONNET: 86 by WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE |