Sweet Heart, true heart, strong heart, star of my life, oh, never For thee the lowered banner, the lost endeavour! The weapons are still unforged that thee and me shall dissever, For I in thy heart have dwelling, and thou hast in mine for ever. Can a silken cord strangle love, or a steel sword sever? Or be as a bruisèd reed, the flow'r of joy for ever? Love is a beautiful dream, a deathless endeavour, And for thee the lowered banner, O Sweet Heart never! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A PACIFIST FRIEND by GEORGE SANTAYANA THE POPPY-LAND EXPRESS by EDGAR WADE ABBOT VLAMERTINGHE: PASSING THE CHATEAU, JULY 1917 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE ENGLISHMAN IN ITALY by ROBERT BROWNING THE ROARING FROST by ALICE MEYNELL ODES I, 9. TO WINTER by QUINTUS HORATIUS FLACCUS THE UNSCARRED FIGHTER REMEMBERS FRANCE by KENNETH SLADE ALLING |