The sorrow of true love is a great sorrow
And true love parting blackens a bright morrow:
Yet almost they equal joys, since their despair
Is but hope blinded by its tears, and clear
Above the storm the heavens wait to be seen.
But greater sorrow from less love has been
That can mistake lack of despair for hope
And knows not tempest and the perfect scope
Of summer, but a frozen drizzle perpetual
Of drops that from remorse and pity fall
And cannot ever shine in the sun or thaw,
Removed eternally from the sun’s law.
This poem can be found in the volume, Edward Thomas: The Annotated Collected Poems.
Think about how the poem made you feel. Have love and sorrow held equal weighting in your life to date? For those of you who have lost loves, was it better than to have never loved at all?
May you live out another beautiful poem in the collection of your life today, and we’ll see you again tomorrow.