Thus piteously Love closed what he begat: <br /> The union of this ever-diverse pair! <br /> These two were rapid falcons in a snare, <br /> Condemned to do the flitting of the bat. <br /> Lovers beneath the singing sky of May, <br /> They wandered once; clear as the dew on flowers: <br /> But they fed not on the advancing hours: <br /> Their hearts held cravings for the buried day. <br /> Then each applied to each that fatal knife, <br /> Deep questioning, which probes to endless dole. <br /> Ah, what a dusty answer gets the soul <br /> When hot for certainties in this our life!-- <br /> In tragic hints here see what evermore <br /> Moves dark as yonder midnight ocean's force, <br /> Thundering like ramping hosts of warrior horse, <br /> To throw that faint thin line upon the shore!<br /><br />George Meredith<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/modern-love-l/
