Classic and Contemporary Poetry
WITH A TOAST TO THE BRIDE, by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: They met, they looked, they sighed, they loved Last Line: To substitute for love. Subject(s): Marriage; Toasts; Weddings; Husbands; Wives | ||||||||
THEY met, they looked, they sighed, they loved; Straight each the other chose. (Why wait till slow-paced years have proved What each by instinct knows?) Whate'er mistake we mortals make, Sure, none is made above. Give prudence to the prudes; there is No substitute for love. Howe'er the worldly-wise may mate, Apart from soul or sense, And as undying passion rate Their tepid preference, Love is the wing that's sure to bring Back to the ark the dove. What all their wisdom? Ah, it is No substitute for love. And those who by ambition blind Would with a title wed, That, when they are not sore maligned, They may be envied, Heaven sends them pride wherewith to hide The loss they know not of -- To find -- too late, alas! -- there is No substitute for love. Then here's success to youth and maid Who hold in hopeful hands And weave together, unafraid, Life's old mysterious strands. "Love is enough" -- that is the stuff Fortune is fashioned of. To face the fickle world, there's naught To substitute for love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A BLESSING FOR A WEDDING by JANE HIRSHFIELD A SUITE FOR MARRIAGE by DAVID IGNATOW ADVICE TO HER SON ON MARRIAGE by MARY BARBER THE RABBI'S SON-IN-LAW by SABINE BARING-GOULD KISSING AGAIN by DORIANNE LAUX A TIME PAST by DENISE LEVERTOV AN ENGLISH MOTHER by ROBERT UNDERWOOD JOHNSON |
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