What can he give who has given his all, Thrown his one wreath when the curtain arose? Hands, must they lag when the heart overflows, Empty of gifts at the curtain's last fall? What can he give who has given his heart, Wagered for love all a lifetime can gain? Henceforth is all he would offer in vain -- Fruitless since all was bestowed at the start? Gone is his wreath; but he joins with the rest, Gilding his laurel with loudest encore. Lost is his heart; who, then, fain would give more, Tested, triumphant, can cry, "Love is best." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WILD HONEYSUCKLE by PHILIP FRENEAU AN ESSAY ON MAN by ALEXANDER POPE WRITTEN IN THE BEGINNING OF MEZERAY'S HISTORY OF FRANCE by MATTHEW PRIOR UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 6. A VISIT FROM THE SEA by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE GRASS STEALERS by J. MURRAY ALLISON FOUR SONNETS: 3 by FRANK DAVIS ASHBURN ON A LADY'S WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 44. FAREWELL TO JULIET (6) by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |