There is a change- and I am poor;
Your love hath been, nor long ago,
A fountain at my fond heart's door,
Whose only business was to flow;
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Of murmuring, sparkling, living love, What have I? Shall I dare to tell? A comfortless and hidden well.
" What happy moments did I count Blest was I then all bliss above " A mind blowing poem penned by the master spirit.
Hmmm, this poem upsets me in many different ways I cannot stand it, I feel attacked by this poem, I HATE IT!
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I literally hate this it made me cry seven times they should feel ashamed of themselves
Though the love still exists it has surely lost the sparkle that it previously had when it sprang at the heart's door. Excellent.
I love how he compares love as a fountain...then as a well...nice write...
Love hinted at and hopefully received, enriching his senses. Then blowing cold. He is still hopeful but mixed with doubt and deep feeling of heartache and loss. No longer feeling the richness of the tingling a of shining new love. Thus feeling poor. Heartache and longing.
I love this poem. It is becoz most of the meanings of this poem are similar with my situation. Realistic William, classic output.
This is a beautiful complaint. There is a change--and I am poor; Your love hath been, nor long ago, A fountain at my fond heart's door, Whose only business was to flow; And flow it did; not taking heed Of its own bounty, or my need....profound reflection. So well penned.