MANY have sung of love a root of bane: While to my mind a root of balm it is, For love at length breeds love; sufficient bliss For life and death and rising up again. Surely when light of heaven makes all things plain, Love will grow plain with all its mysteries; Nor shall we need to fetch from over seas Wisdom or wealth or pleasure safe from pain. Love in our borders, love within our heart, Love all in all, we then shall bide at rest, Ended for ever life's unending quest, Ended for ever effort, change, and fear: Love all in all; -- no more that better part Purchased, but at the cost of all things here. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LOVE IS LIKE A DIZZINESS by JAMES HOGG AFTERNOON ON A HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY AT A VACATION EXERCISE IN THE COLLEGE by JOHN MILTON THE HYMNARY: 324. WHITSUNTIDE by ADAM OF SAINT VICTOR THE RUNNER WITH THE LOTS by LEONIE ADAMS THE DANUBE RIVER by C. HAMILTON AIDE |