Skip to content
Linespedia

Young Love X - Love's Poor

Topics: classic

Yea, love, I know, and I would have it thus,     I know that not for us     Is springtide Passion with his fire and flowers,     I know this love of ours     Lives not, nor yet may live,     By the dear food that lips and hands can give.     Not, Love, that we in some high dream despise     The common lover's common Paradise;     Ah, God, if Thou and I     But one short hour their blessedness might try,     How could we poor ones teach     Those happy ones who half forget them rich:     For if we thus endure,     'Tis only, love, because we are so poor.

AI analysis available. Enable JavaScript to interact.

About this line

"Yea, love, I know, and I would have it thus,..."

Richard Le Gallienne's contribution to classic is further solidified by the brilliance found in "Young Love X - Love's Poor"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...

Classified Tags

Related lines

"Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird,         And the long sighing grass her elegy;     She who a woman was is now a star         In th"

"Simple am I, I care no whit         For pelf or place,     It is enough for me to sit         And watch Dulcinea's face;     To mark the light"

"The Dcadent was speaking to his soul -     Poor useless thing, he said,     Why did God burden me with such as thou?     The body were enough,"

"'Our little babe,' each said, 'shall be     Like unto thee' - 'Like unto thee!'     'Her mother's' - 'Nay, his father's' - 'eyes,'     'Dear cu"

"Here morning in the ploughman's songs is met     Ere yet one footstep shows in all the sky,     And twilight in the east, a doubt as yet,     S"

"The Text is taken from Percy's Reliques (1765), vol. i. p. 71, 'given from two MS. copies, transmitted from Scotland.' Herd had a very similar bal"

Continue Reading

"Her eyes are bluebells now, her voice a bird,     ..."

Weekly Poetic Insight

Join our literary Sanctuary

Get the most inspiring lines, poetic analysis, and secret shayaris delivered to your inbox every Sunday.