Love’s Chastening
Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,Proud of the youth that made him fresh and fair;So unto Grief he spake, “What right hast thouTo part or parcel of this heart?” Grief’s browWas darkened with the storm of inward strife;Thrice smote he Love as only he might dare,And Love, pride purged, was chastened all his life.