Wednesday, January 21, 2009
"We know it is not true, but it is sweet..."
To hear you ask if I shall love always,
And myself answer: Till the end of days;
To feel your easeful sigh of happiness
When on your trembling lips I murmur: Yes;
It is so sweet. We know it is not true.
What matters it? The night must shed her dew.
We know it is not true, but it is sweet—
The poem with this music is complete.
From "Romance" by Claude McKay, 1922. Complete poem at Poetry Foundation.
Lovers in the Countryside, Gustave Courbet, 1844. Image from Web Gallery of Art.