1914, and Other Poems

<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</SPAN></span></p> <div class="poem"><span class="i0 headstyle">LOVE</span></div> <div class="poem"><div class="stanza"> <span class="i0">Love is a breach in the walls, a broken gate,<br/></span> <span class="i1">Where that comes in that shall not go again;<br/></span> <span class="i0">Love sells the proud heart's citadel to Fate.<br/></span> <span class="i1">They have known shame, who love unloved. Even then,<br/></span> <span class="i0">When two mouths, thirsty each for each, find slaking,<br/></span> <span class="i1">And agony's forgot, and hushed the crying<br/></span> <span class="i0">Of credulous hearts, in heaven&mdash;such are but taking<br/></span> <span class="i1">Their own poor dreams within their arms, and lying<br/></span> <span class="i0">Each in his lonely night, each with a ghost.<br/></span> <span class="i1">Some share that night. But they know, love grows colder,<br/></span> <span class="i0">Grows false and dull, that was sweet lies at most.<br/></span> <span class="i1">Astonishment is no more in hand or shoulder,<br/></span> <span class="i0">But darkens, and dies out from kiss to kiss.<br/></span> <span class="i0">All this is love; and all love is but this.<br/></span></div> </div> <hr class="large" /> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />