Famous Sad Love Poems - Page 2

I care not for the many,
    If but my few are kind;
How poor are they who never joy
    Apart from crowds can find.

Not fair to eyes my features;
    But sorrow I control,
If what beyond the vision lies
    Be lovely to your soul.

Tho' poor my lips in music,
    The heart sings low and sweet;
And you may prove that harmony
    Full-chorded and complete.

My brow aches not in crowning,
    I reign all thrones above,
Possession have I beyond price—
    The empire of your love.

To love and to be loved again—
    What more has life to give?
O fools—to scorn this highest joy,
    And yet lay claim to live!

Oh, had it been in Autumn, when all is spent and sere,
That the first numb chill crept on us, with its ghostly hint of fear,
I had borne to see love go, with things detached and frail,
Swept outward with the blowing leaf on the unresting gale.

But when day is a magic thing, when Time begins anew,
When every clod is parted by Beauty breaking through,—
How can it be that you and I bring Love no offering,
How can it be that frost should fall upon us in the Spring!