The Poetry Corner

Love Is A Madness

By Edgar Lee Masters

Love is a madness, love is a fevered dream, A white soul lost in a field of scarlet flowers, Love is a search for the lost, the ever vanishing gleam Of wings, desires and sorrows and haunted hours. Will the look return to your eyes, the warmth to your hand? Love is a doubt, an ache, love is a writhing fear. Love is a potion drunk when the ship puts out from land, Rudderless, sails at full, and with none to steer. The end is a shattered lamp, a drunken seraph asleep, The upturned face of the drowned on a barren beach. The glare of noon is o'er us, we are ashamed to weep, The beginning and end of love are devoid of speech.