In these lines, a wounded speaker confronts Love directly, blaming it for two losses: her ability to rise, and her ability to sing. At first the tone is raw and grieving—“Never, never to lift me high!”—as she feels permanently grounded and silenced. But Love answers with paradoxes. Only the broken-winged can fly, and singing lives on when song is dead. By the final stanza, the speaker seems to accept or even discover this truth: there is a sky for a broken wing, and in the stillness after song, there is a Sound. The mood moves from pain and protest toward a quiet, almost mystical hope. Loss becomes not just an ending, but an opening into something deeper.
Answer — Summary
Love, you have broken my wings — I cried- And oh, the sky! Never, never to lift me high! Only the broken-winged can fly. Look! — Love replied.
Love, you have shattered the songs of me And oh, the pain! Never, never to sing again! Singing lives on when song is dead. Listen! — Love said.
There is a sky for a broken wing, That I have found; And in the stillness after song, There is a Sound!