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...POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON FAREWELL TO LOVE by JOHN DONNE RECOLLECTIONS by BERNARD BARTON THE BALLAD OF MY FRIEND by J. D. BEAZLEY TESTAMENT FOR MY STUDENTS, 1968 - 1969 by KAY BOYLE THE HERON BALLADS: 1. FIRST BALLAD IN THROAT by ROBERT BURNS |