O joy of love's renewing, Could love be born again; Relenting for thy rueing, And pitying my pain: O joy of love's awaking, Could love arise from sleep, Forgiving our forsaking The fields we would not reap! Fleet, fleet we fly, pursuing The love that fled amain, But will he list our wooing, Or call we but in vain? Ah! vain is all our wooing, And all our prayers are vain, Love listeth not our suing, Love will not wake again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY GRACE FOR CHILDREN by ROBERT HERRICK EXCELSIOR by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE DEAD DRUMMER; A LEGEND OF SALISBURY PLAIN by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |