THOUGH words of ice be spoken And tears of fire be shed, It seems Love's heart is broken, And yet he is not dead: Whate'er the wild voice utters He breathes a still reply; A bird he is; he flutters And yet can never fly. Unchecked he came, unbidden Unnamed, unknown, he grew; He wove, unsought, unchidden, His old, old charm anew; And now, though tears upbraid him, He smiles and has his way; A god he is! we made him, And yet we cannot slay. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 3. HER WORDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH ASSUNPINK AND PRINCETON [JANUARY 3, 1777] by THOMAS DUNN ENGLISH SING-SONG; A NURSERY RHYME BOOK: 45 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI EASTER (TO A BASE AND TWO TREBLES) by JOSEPH BEAUMONT A CHRISTMAS SONG by WILLIAM COX BENNETT PSALM 61 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |