I know not if the love be dead I sang of once, or only asleep; The feet of my joy no longer tread In the pulses of my heart: is this The measure that they used to keep? Now all the old tunes are sung amiss, And all the old words they said are said; Is it that the old love is dead, Or sleeps, and will awaken from sleep? O love, not dead, so soon to awake, Too idle-happy to know content, Sorrow has come: come, sorrow, make The feet of my joy remember soon; My heart remembers the words that went, Once, to an old and happy tune, When love was grave, for no sorrow's sake; Shall love, that slept, again be awake, And this kind sorrow bring back content? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LONDON, FR. SONGS OF EXPERIENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE NEUTRALITY LOATHSOME by ROBERT HERRICK EPITAPH ON HIMSELF by MATTHEW PRIOR HAPPINESS THROUGH THE YEAR by J. MARGARET CRUTE ASHCRAFT MORTAL JEALOUSY by PHILIP AYRES PSALM 48 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |