Poems On Life

The Dream
Love, if I weep it will not matter,
And if you laugh I shall not care;
Foolish am I to think

Meeting at Night
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The gray sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low;
And the s

Jenny Kissed Me
Jenny kissed me when we met,
Jumping from the chair she sat in.
Time, you thief, who love

Season of Love
When Spring in sunny woodland lay,
And gilded buds were sparely set
On oak tree and the thor

A Dream Girl
You will come one day in a waver of love,
Tender as dew, impetuous as rain,
The tan of the sun

To Harriet
Whose is the love that, gleaming through the world,
Wards off the poisonous arrow of its scorn?

Love and Friendship
Love is like the wild rose-briar,
Friendship like the holly-tree—
The holly is dark when the

We Have Been Friends Together
We have been friends together,
In sunshine and in shade;
Since first beneath the chestnut-tree

O, My Friend
O, my friend,
What fitting word can I say?
You, my chum,
My companion of infinite talks,

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to be
Very precious unto me,
Though I know I drank not first
O

Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,
The need of human love we little noted:
Our love

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don’t stand

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thou
Beside me sin

Why is the Rose so Pale
Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me why
The Rose should be so pale?
And why the azure Violet
Sho

When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And

He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and

When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty
I heard a wise man say,
‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas

To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love,

Serenade
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,
I feel it more than half a crime,
When Nature sleeps and

To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gain
All other hearts I knew.
‘Tis true the drought is destitu

 

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