While he to whom her vexing thoughts still clung Went wearily philandering on his way: He tried them slightly worn, he tried them young, He tried them sorrowful, he tried them gay. He said, and thought, he had not loved before; He shrined a picture on his memory-shelf; And as each loved one left his closing door He took grave counsel with his puzzled self: @3There is no love. We for a moment stand And hold at bay inevitable pain, Aghast and passionate, hand in eager hand, Before we face our loneliness again.@1 Perhaps he made a rhyme; but quite forgot Before another came that love was not. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...YOUTH PENETRANT by CONRAD AIKEN THE ELEPHANT by HILAIRE BELLOC CONTRA MORTEM: THE CHILD'S BEING by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE COMING OF SNOW by HAYDEN CARRUTH MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH THE LAST MAN'S CLUB by JAMES GALVIN JAWEH AND ALLAH BATTLE by ALLEN GINSBERG BRER RABBIT, YOU'S DE CUTES' OF 'EM ALL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON |