MY chosen one -- you to whom I have said, "You and you only ever please my heart" -- I look deep in your eyes, and heal the smart That long love-yearning hath engendered. My hunger grows the more through being fed; But Love, who wasteth not his perfect art On the unworthy, with each deeper dart Brings not the pain I thought, but joy instead, And healeth from my heart all pain away. Love is not pain but gain. Though bitter-sweet, Less bitter 'tis than sweet, less ill than good. Twice happy then, yea, thrice, though Love me slay, If but below I may Tibullus meet And wander there beside him in Love's wood. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH GRACE AFTER MEAT (2) by ROBERT BURNS AN IMPRESSION by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON SCIENCE by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON ON A ROYAL VISIT TO THE VAULTS by GEORGE GORDON BYRON THE ALL FATHER'S WORD by EMILY SOLIS COHEN JR. SONNETS ON EMINENT CHARACTERS: 12. TO LORD STANHOPE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE |