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SONNET XIV
LOVE AND SYMPATHY
Is not love sweeter in that we have dared
To look upon the very face of death?
That we have trembled at his icy breath
Yet have not faltered, but have bravely shared
With him the chaplets laughing love prepared
When life was like one ever-fragrant wreath?—
Is love not sweeter in that underneath
Lurks the grim eyeless terror, serpent-haired?
To look upon the very face of death?
That we have trembled at his icy breath
Yet have not faltered, but have bravely shared
With him the chaplets laughing love prepared
When life was like one ever-fragrant wreath?—
Is love not sweeter in that underneath
Lurks the grim eyeless terror, serpent-haired?
Is love not sweeter when two souls have said,
“Yes: let us know the worst that can be known.”
Oh, if love cannot hurl death from his throne
Still love can pluck his crown from off his head.
Unloved, unloving,—thus to join the dead—
This turns the passionate human heart to stone.
“Yes: let us know the worst that can be known.”
Oh, if love cannot hurl death from his throne
Still love can pluck his crown from off his head.
Unloved, unloving,—thus to join the dead—
This turns the passionate human heart to stone.
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