There should be two words, dearest, one made up Of all glad sounds that ever breathed on earth; Of all the ecstasies that fill joy's cup, Of love, and peace, and happiness, and mirth. The other, like a weary, wailing sigh, Full of sad tones in longing, hungry strain, Hopeless, despairing, just a baffled cry Of love and loneliness and blank, numb pain. One I would love -- the other I would fear, These two words, chosen with consummate art; One meaning we're @3alone@1 together, dear, The other meaning we're @3alone@1 -- apart. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MARY MAGDALENE by GEORGE HERBERT THE RHYME OF SIR LAUNCELOT BOGLE; A LEGEND OF GLASGOW by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN PSALM 63 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 20 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |