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Pain In Pleasure
(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Pain In Pleasure

Poem By Elizabeth Barrett Browning

A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;
Whereat rejoicing, I desired the art
Of the Greek whistler, who to wharf and mart
Could lure those insect swarms from orange-trees
That I might hive with me such thoughts and please
My soul so, always. foolish counterpart
Of a weak man's vain wishes ! While I spoke,
The thought I called a flower grew nettle-rough
The thoughts, called bees, stung me to festering:
Oh, entertain (cried Reason as she woke)
Your best and gladdest thoughts but long enough,
And they will all prove sad enough to sting !

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Nice poetry
evocative of profound emotions combined with intellectual thought,
A exquisitely wrapped up philosophical thought, in to a metaphorical beauty.
Beautiful. A pleasure to read!
...........wonderful poem...I love the similes ★