Love
The Mid-World
From Collected Poems (1913)
Love
This is the red, red region
Your heart must journey through;
Your pains will here be legion
And joy be death for you.
Rejoice to-day: to-morrow
A turning tide shall flow
Through infinite tones of sorrow
To reach an equal woe.
You pass by love unheeding
To gain the goal you long --
But my heart, my heart is bleeding:
I cannot sing this song.
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MLA
George William Russell (A.E.). “The Mid-World.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/russell_ge/152/.
Chicago
George William Russell (A.E.). “The Mid-World.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/russell_ge/152/.
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