YEA, love, I know, and I would have it thus; I know that not for us Is springtide Passion with his fire and flowers, I know this love of ours Lives not, nor yet may live, By the dear food that lips and hands can give. Not, love, that we in some high dream despise The common lover's common Paradise; Ah, God, if Thou and I But one short hour their blessedness might try, How could we poor ones teach Those happy ones who half forget them rich: For if we thus endure, 'T is only, love, because we are so poor. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PEACE (2) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD FOR A DEAD LADY by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON REBECCA'S HYMN, FR. IVANHOE by WALTER SCOTT ON THE BIRTH OF A FRIEND'S ELDEST SON by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |