I SAW Love stand, Not as he was ere we in conflict met, But pale and wan. I knelt -- I caught his hand -- "O Love," I cried, "I did not understand! Forgive -- forget!" Love raised his head And smiled at me, with weary eyes and worn. "I have forgot -- what was it all?" he said; "Only -- my hands are scarred where they have bled; My wings are torn." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SEVEN TWILIGHTS: 6 by CONRAD AIKEN ADOLF EICHMANN by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE FALL by HAYDEN CARRUTH TRANSLUCENT FINGERS by MALCOLM COWLEY DELUSION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON AGING TOGETHER by CLARENCE MAJOR |