LOVE is not Love that can admit despair! For Love is born of Hope, and Hope is fair; With that sole Star to light the pilgrim's way, No life were loveless, tho' Love say him 'Nay.' What tho' the World may pass him by with scorn, Life without Love were surely more forlorn! He that hath look'd upon Love's guiding Star, Knows that it never sets—but burns afar! Tho' Love shall never here his guerdon find, Love leaves his own sweet recompense behind; For but to love—is to forget the while Griefs that no Time can ever reconcile. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH DRUMS AND BRASS by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON TO A MOTH SEEN IN WINTER by ROBERT FROST A POEM FROM BOULDER RIDGE by JAMES GALVIN THE PAST IS THE PRESENT (2) by MARIANNE MOORE IN GRANTCHESTER MEADOWS; ON HEARING A SKYLARK SING by GEORGE SANTAYANA NEW NEIGHBORHOOD by KAREN SWENSON |