I borrowed an anthology of poems of four famous poets: Shelley, Byron, Keats and Wordsworth weeks ago, all of which are about love and life. I love Shelley and Byron so much for their poems speak out something gloomy, while the later twos' are over energetic, enthusiastic for me to accept. I like to be positive toward life, but I don't know from what time on, I am kinda fed up with all such exclaimations. Or say, I am tired and they are no longer to my appetite.

 

An excerpt here from Shelley's:

 

Love's Philosophy

The fountains mingle with the river

and the rivers with the ocean;

The winds of heaven mix for ever

with a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single,

All things by a law divine

In one another's being mingle-

Why not I with thine?

 

See the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister flower would be forgiven

If it disdain'd it's brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the Moonbeams kiss the sea-

What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

 

In the poem, words underlined and with a italic form were specially used in poems:

Thou equals to "you", pronounces as [ðau], it's a pron.

Thine equals to "yours", pronounces as [ðain], it's also a pron, but means something belongs to you.

Disdain'd is contracted from "disdained", it's also a common contraction in poems, and functions to keep the lines assort with each other.

Wait for the next explanation for the poem by Byron

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