WHO has not @3wanted@1 does not guess What plenty is. -- Who has not groped In depths of doubt and hopelessness Has never truly hoped. -- Unless, sometimes, a shadow falls Upon his mirth, and veils his sight, And from the darkness drifts the light Of love at intervals. And that most dear of everything. I hold, is love; and who can sit With lightest heart and laugh and sing, Knows not the worth of it. -- Unless, in some strange throng, perchance, He feels how thrilling sweet it is, One yearning look that answers his -- The troth of glance and glance. Who knows not pain, knows not, alas! What pleasure is. -- Who knows not of The bitter cup that will not pass, Knows not the taste of love. O souls that thirst, and hearts that fast, And natures faint with famishing, God lift and lead and safely bring You to your own at last! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...IS YOUR TOWN NINEVEH? by MARIANNE MOORE LULLABY OF A LOVER by GEORGE GASCOIGNE A SUNRISE SONG by SIDNEY LANIER FONTENOY, 1745: 1. BEFORE THE BATTLE: NIGHT by EMILY LAWLESS BEAUTY'S ARMOURY by AL-HADRAMI A PUBLIC DANCE by JOHANNA AMBROSIUS SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE EMOTIONS by EDGAR BARRATT |