The bliss that happy lovers dream will bloom Forever new shall scarce outlast the year: Their calmer kisses wake nor smile nor tear; Love's nesting-place already is its tomb, Since sated eyes grow weary of their prey, And constant vows their own best hopes betray, And love's June lily, marred but by a breath, Falls where the other lilies lie in death, Therefore the doom of land and sea that bar My life from hers I do accept. At least No passion will rise jaded from the feast, My pure respect no passing fires can stain; So without hope I love her, without pain, Without desire, as one might love a star. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEVOURER OF NATIONS by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET LETTER TO MAXINE SULLIVAN by HAYDEN CARRUTH TO SEE THE STARS IN DAYLIGHT by JAMES GALVIN THE FEAST OF LIGHTS by EMMA LAZARUS SUGGESTED BY THE COVER OF A VOLUME OF KEATS'S POEMS by AMY LOWELL |