LOVE, if at dawn some passer-by should say, "Lo! doth thy garment drip with morning dew? Thy face perchance is drenched with cold sea-spray, Thy hair with fallen rain?" Make answer: @3"Nay, These be the death-drops from sad eyes I slew With the quick torch of pain."@1 And if at dusk a reveller should cry, "What rare vermilion vintage hast thou spilled, Or is thy robe splashed with the glowing dye Of some bruised crimson leaf?" O Love reply: @3"These be the life-drops of a heart I killed With the swift spear of grief."@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A.G.A.V. by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN BY AN INLAND LAKE by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE CHRISTMAS EVE, 1917 by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES TO CATULLUS by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES LOVE POEMS: 6 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) ON MADAN'S ANSWER TO NEWTON'S COMMENTS ON THELYPHTORA by WILLIAM COWPER |