(14 December 1895 – 18 November 1952 / Saint Denis / Paris)

Break Of Day

'Tis true, 'tis day; what though it be?
O wilt thou therefore rise from me?
Why should we rise, because 'tis light?
Did we lie down, because 'twas night?
Love which in spite of darkness brought us hither
Should in despite of light keep us together.

Light hath no tongue, but is all eye;
If it could speak as well as spy,
This were the worst that it could say -
That being well, I fain would stay,
And that I loved my heart and honour so,
That I would not from her, that had them, go.

Must business thee from hence remove?
Oh, that's the worst disease of love!
The poor, the foul, the false, love can
Admit, but not the busied man.
He which hath business, and makes love, doth do
Such wrong as when a married man doth woo.

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At the corner of every smile.... thanks for posting...
a lovely poem of the total love of another? .............wonderfully written.
Passionate and Romantic Beautifully flowing, Deeply Semantic (well formed)
The poem is a joy to read and has a mystic air from beginning to the end like you find in a Sufi writing. Thanks for sharing.
All through my house I saw you In my arms I saw you In my dreams I saw you I will never leave you....yes, one can't leave his nearer and dearer or his adorable God. This is a beautiful poem having philosophical ground. Thanks for sharing.
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