Love And Grief
by Paul Laurence Dunbar
Out of my heart, one treach’rous winter’s
I locked young Love and threw the key away.
Grief, wandering widely, found the key,
And hastened with it, straightway, back to me,
With Love beside him. He unlocked the door
And bad Love enter with him there and stay.
And so the twain abide for evermore.
Once Love grew bold and arrogant of air,
Proud of the youth that made him fresh and
So unto Grief he spake, “What right hast thou
To part or parcel of this heart?” Grief’s brow
Was darkened with the storm of inward strife;
Thrice smote he Love as only he might dare,
And Love, pride purged, was chastened all his