Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THERE IS A TIME, by J. C. B. First Line: Ah, love, thy sweet, strange grace Last Line: Upon love's own true way. Subject(s): Love; Love - Complaints | ||||||||
AH, love, thy sweet, strange grace Thrills through my anxious heart, And makes me wholly thine. And yet, dear one, we seem so far apart When confidence is cast aside, And trust misplaced, I find. Could we but ever live and have between No single shadow's form, Life would be life, indeed, and heaven would lose its charm. So, love, live on! We are not perfect made; Not one but sometimes falls, And wrongs himself or other one. Then when from duty's path we go astray, Let's hasten backward, and start again Upon love's own true way. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TALKING RICHARD WILSON BLUES, BY RICHARD CLAY WILSON by DENIS JOHNSON THE BRIDGE by ALEXANDER ANDERSON THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD MISGIVINGS by WILLIAM MATTHEWS THROUGH AGONY: 1 by CLAUDE MCKAY HEMATITE HEIRLOOM LIVES ON (MAYBE DECEMBER 1980) by ALICE NOTLEY |
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