Let none bemean the name of love, nor cry Him faithless when he dies as I must, too, For love is heir to immortality No more than I am heir, no more than you. Love is as frail as your own heart, or mine, As given to caprice, to jest, and lie; Yet, godlike as man's body is, divine As flesh that burns to live, and lives to die ... And yet, there is no potion for love's death To ease his passing, and no word to say When he is gone, but mocks our mortal breath. Still, as you leave love's sepulchre, I stay, Remembering how love men crucified Came forth, when angels moved the stone aside. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LET ME NOT LOSES MY DREAM by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM DECEPTION PASS; FOR JUDY AND MARK KAWASAKI by KAREN SWENSON OWEN SEAMAN; ESTABLISHES ENTENE CORDIALE IN MANNER GUY WETMORE CARRYL by LOUIS UNTERMEYER |