O SWEET is Love, and sweet is Lack! But is there any charm When Lack from round the neck of Love Drops her languid arm? Weary, I no longer love, Weary, no more lack; O for a pang, that listless Loss Might wake, and, with a playmate's voice, Call the tired Love back! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ODE ON THE PLEASURE ARISING FROM VICISSITUDE by THOMAS GRAY THE KINGS by LOUISE IMOGEN GUINEY THE DEFINITION OF LOVE by ANDREW MARVELL FOR A MARRIAGE OF SAINT KATHERINE [OR, CATHERINE] by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE JESTER'S SERMON by GEORGE WALTER THORNBURY MANSONG: CHORAL by MARCUS ADENEY THE PLEASURES OF IMAGINATION; A POEM. ENLARGED VERSION: BOOK 4 by MARK AKENSIDE |