Love
The Impossibility
From The Angel in the House
Love
Lo, love’s obey’d by all. ’Tis right
That all should know what they obey,
Lest erring conscience damp delight,
And folly laugh our joys away.
Thou Primal Love, who grantest wings
And voices to the woodland birds,
Grant me the power of saying things
Too simple and too sweet for words!
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MLA
Patmore, Coventry. “The Impossibility.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/patmore/117/.
Chicago
Patmore, Coventry. “The Impossibility.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/patmore/117/.
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