WHEN I consider how love works us wrong, And from delight forever trouble borrows, Then this shall be the burden of my song: Mother of Love, thou art the Mother of Sorrows! But when I witness how the selfsame cross Borne by two hearts may make but one thereof, I must confess my logic at a loss: Mother of Sorrows, thou art the Mother of Love! Learn this to-day, and thou hast learned enough, The fool himself will learn it on the morrow: That Sorrow is the other self of Love, And Love is but another name for Sorrow! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FACADE: 1. PERE AMELOT by EDITH SITWELL ANTIQUITY OF FREEDOM by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TO ONE IN PARADISE by EDGAR ALLAN POE IDYLLS OF THE KING: GUINEVERE by ALFRED TENNYSON CHARACTERS: SARAH RIGBY by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 16. VENUS INCARNATE by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PSALM 129 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |