Classic and Contemporary Poetry
SONNETS OF MANHOOD: 6. LOVE'S DESPAIR, by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) First Line: Oh infinite delight when never more Last Line: We shall find rest from love,and love's despair. Subject(s): Love - Complaints | ||||||||
Oh infinite delight when never more The white seas shine before us on the sand, When at the touching of Death's calm sweet hand Colour forsakes the hills, and light the shore! Yes: then shall all life's weird wild pain be o'er. Nought shall arouse us from our perfect sleep: Not woman's touch,nor woman's glances deep, Nor ripples of the stream, nor ocean's roar. Whom woman cannot rouse is more than dead. Death's infinite peace shall fall upon each soon: Then in the timeless land where star nor moon Glitters,nor rose of white nor rose of red, And where no woman's figure thrills the air, We shall find rest from love,and love's despair. | 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 QUICK AND BITTER by YEHUDA AMICHAI A GIFT OF SPRING by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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