Blaspheme not love, ye lovers, nor dispraise The wise divinity that makes you blind, Sealing the eyes, but showing to the mind The high perfection from which nature strays. For love is God, and in unfathomed ways Brings forth the beauty for which fancy pined. I loved, and lost my love among mankind; But I have found it after many days. Oh, trust in God, and banish rash despair, That, feigning evil, is itself the curse! My angel is come back, more sad and fair, And witness to the truth of love I bear, With too much rapture for this sacred verse, At the exceeding answer to my prayer. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CREW POEM by EDWARD AUGUSTUS BLOUNT JR. DISTANCES by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE CONSTELLATIONS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO MR. MACKENZIE, SURGEON by ROBERT BURNS AN ADMONITION AGAINST SWEARING, ADDRESSED TO AN OFFICER IN THE ARMY by JOHN BYROM A LAKE MEMORY by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 3. THE MORTAL LOVER by EDWARD CARPENTER |