Here Love the slain with Love the slayer lies; Deep drown'd are both in the same sunless pool. Up from its depths that mirror thundering skies Bubbles the wan mirth of the mirthless Fool. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE PEACOCK OF FRANCE by MARIANNE MOORE MY MOTHER, 1930 by KAREN SWENSON THANATOPSIS by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT THE LOVER'S MESSAGE; SONG by JOHN DRYDEN THE SODA-WATER SLOT-MACHINE by BELLA AKHMADULINA THE HARVEST by EVA K. ANGLESBURG THE IMMOLATION by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |