Now no joy but lacks salt,
That is not dashed with pain
And weariness and fault;
I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark
Of almost too much love,
The sweet of bitter bark
And burning clove.


"To Earthward" (1923), st. 5,6.

Robert Frost Quotes

Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love,...

Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love,...

Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love,...

Now no joy but lacks salt, That is not dashed with pain And weariness and fault; I crave the stain Of tears, the aftermark Of almost too much love,...