Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed in one, Passion 'tis and pain which mingle Glist'ring then for aye undone. Pain it is not; wondering pity Dies or e'er the pang is fled: Passion 'tis not, foul and gritty, Born one instant, instant dead. Love is twain, it is not single, Gold and silver mixed in one, Passion 'tis and pain which mingle Glist'ring then for aye undone. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MEMORY by HAYDEN CARRUTH JOURNEY TO A KNOWN PLACE by HAYDEN CARRUTH KEEPING UP WITH THE SIGNS by MADELINE DEFREES THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON YOUTH'S PROGENY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |