GRIEVE not, dear Love! although we often part:
But know, that Nature gently doth us sever,
Thereby to train us up, with tender art,
To brook the day when we must part for ever.
For Nature, doubting we should be surprised
By that sad day whose dread doth chiefly fear us,
Doth keep us daily schooled and exercised;
Lest that the fright thereof should overbear us!
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A beautiful train of thoughts, well articulated and nicely encapsulated into a love poem. Death being inevitable couples must prepare their minds for the ultimate date with fate, when one is gone and the other is left behind. A lovely poem indeed. Thanks for sharing and do keep it up. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.