Today I am not writing about anyone, it will be the poet himself to reveal his worth. He is another 19th century writer who believed that "It is better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all.". Who is it? I shall tell you tomorrow.
He has several famous works which I am sure you will recognise, but I choose to leave you with a lesser known one written for love and marriage.
Light, so low upon earth,
You send a flash to the sun.
Here is the golden close of love,
All my wooing is done.
Oh, the woods and the meadows,
Woods where we hid from the wet,
Stiles where we stay'd to be kind,
Meadows in which we met!
Light, so low in the vale
You flash and lighten afar,
For this is the golden morning of love,
And you are his morning start.
Flash, I am coming, I come,
By meadow and stile and wood,
Oh, lighten into my eyes and heart,
Into my heart and my blood!
Heart, are you great enough
For a love that never tires?
O' heart, are you great enough for love?
I have heard of thorns and briers,
Over the meadow and stiles,
Over the world to the end of it
Flash for a million miles.
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