NOT for me marring or making, Not for me giving or taking; I love my Love and he loves not me, I love my Love and my heart is breaking. Sweet is Spring in its lovely showing, Sweet the violet veiled in blowing, Sweet it is to love and be loved; Ah sweet knowledge beyond my knowing! Who sighs for love sighs but for pleasure, Who wastes for love hoards up a treasure; Sweet to be loved and take no count, Sweet it is to love without measure. Sweet my Love whom I loved to try for, Sweet my Love whom I love and sigh for, Will you once love me and sigh for me, You my Love whom I love and die for? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE AFRICAN CHIEF by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT HUNTING SONG, FR. ZAPOLYA by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE SESTINA: 1. OF THE LADY PIETRA DEGLI SCROVIGNI by DANTE ALIGHIERI ON COMMUNISTS; EPIGRAM by EBENEZER ELLIOTT IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: PROEM by ALFRED TENNYSON THE MAGPIES IN PICARDY by T. P. CAMERON WILSON |