Author: William Wordsworth

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’Tis said, that some have died for love:
And here and there amid the shade,
In Eros's self-enamoured grove,
A blooming youth or slighted maid
With fine and natural envy strove
To praise them with the words they gave;
But some for love are said to die,
Yet these are too weak to name.

But no! the gold that decks the sky,
The light that makes the morning fly,
In the land of peaceful fame,
Must rise as one with heart sincere,
And we shall in a happier year
Embrace our youth, and kiss them there.

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Type of Poem: Love Poem

Date Written: 1800-01-01

Date Published: 1800-01-01

Language: English

Keywords: Love, Reflection, Death, Sacrifice, Youth

Source: Public Domain Collection

Publisher: W.Wordsworth

Rights/Permissions: Public Domain

Comments/Notes: A love poem where Wordsworth reflects on the notion that some have died for love, contemplating the sacrifices made in the name of love and the beauty that persists even in the face of such tragedy.