Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air, <br />Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair; <br />So unto Grief he spake, 'What right hast thou <br />To part or parcel of this heart?' Grief's brow <br />Was darkened with the storm of inward strife; <br />Thrice smote he Love as only he might dare, <br />And Love, pride purged, was chastened all his life.<br /><br />Paul Laurence Dunbar<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/love-s-chastening/
