To think one thought a hundred hundred ways, 'Neath two loved eyes to lay your heart quite bare, To drink the bitter liquor of despair And eat forever ashes of lost days -- In spirit and flesh to know youth's bloom decays, To die of pain, yet swear no pain is there, The more you sue, to move the less your fair, Yet make her wish, the law your life obeys -- Anger that passes, faith that cannot move; Far dearer than yourself your foe to love; To build a thousand vain imaginings, To long to plead, yet fear to voice a breath, In ruin of all hope to hope all things -- These are the signs of love -- love even to death. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE GARDEN BY MOONLIGHT by AMY LOWELL SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: DOW BRITT by EDGAR LEE MASTERS IN 'DESIGNING A CLOAK TO CLOAK HIS DESIGNS' YOU WRESTED FROM OBLIVION by MARIANNE MOORE A SUMMER EVENING'S MEDITATION by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |