Pain In Pleasure
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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"A thought ay like a flower upon mine heart,..."
Exploring the themes of classic, Elizabeth Barrett Browning delivers a powerful performance in "Pain In Pleasure"... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...