I PLUCKED my love from out my heart, My love that burned like fire, My faithful love that would not stray, My love that scarred the night and day My love that burned my soul away, With its desire. I flung it to the distant stars, When sun and day were fled, And from the night there fell such peace, For comfort of that sweet release I prayed it might not ever cease -- Till love were dead. And with the morning's dawn, my love Rose in a flame of light, From every hidden star it leapt, And through my empty heart it swept, For joy of love's return, I wept And veiled my sight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LESSER EPISTLES: TO A YOUNG LADY WITH SOME LAMPREYS by JOHN GAY BROWNING AT ASOLO by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON SATURDAY IN Y' HOLY WEEK by JOSEPH BEAUMONT DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: BRIDAL SONG AND DIRGE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE WATCHERS by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN |