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 | The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston |  |
101
PRELUDE.
Love and Bliss wedded in one heart of peace,
And offsprings of glad songs they had; but lo!
Bliss sickened soon, and died; then did Love know
For her was no more any joy or ease.
And Sorrow, coming after Joy's decease,
Laid hold of Love, and Love was linked to Woe;
And where Love goes, there, too, must Sorrow go,—
Forever more inseparable are these.
And offsprings of glad songs they had; but lo!
Bliss sickened soon, and died; then did Love know
For her was no more any joy or ease.
And Sorrow, coming after Joy's decease,
Laid hold of Love, and Love was linked to Woe;
And where Love goes, there, too, must Sorrow go,—
Forever more inseparable are these.
But, as Bliss brought to Love glad songs, so now,
See the sad offsprings of this second troth;
Yet, as the mother, twice a wife, may trace
In children of both marriage-beds her face,
And knows the twain have sprung from her, even so,
Love sees her image equally in both.
See the sad offsprings of this second troth;
Yet, as the mother, twice a wife, may trace
In children of both marriage-beds her face,
And knows the twain have sprung from her, even so,
Love sees her image equally in both.
| The Collected Poems of Philip Bourke Marston | |