Poems On Life

One day I wrote her name upon the strand
One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wro

An Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands,
And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea,
How l

Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me,
Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;
Sounds of the r

Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something more
Than we had dared to own before,
Which then we hid not;

First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet.
Her face it bloomed like

Her Triumph
See the chariot at hand here of Love,
Wherein my lady rideth!
Each that draws is a swan or

Life in a Love
Escape me?
Never—
Beloved!
While I am I, and you are you,
So long as the world cont

Lovers
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.
Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to b

Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love,

Lucy
Strange fits of passion have I known:
And I will dare to tell,
But in the lover's ear alo

She Walks in Beauty
1
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all tha

On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,
Sleepy with the flow of streams,
Far I hear the steady drummer

Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--
...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms

Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while I
Couldn't bear the buzzing of a fly
I hid my love to my despit

The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare
As 'tis for object strange and high;
It was begotten by Despai

The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of thee
In the first sweet sleep of night,
When the winds are breathing lo

To Mary
The twentieth year is well-nigh past,
Since first our sky was overcast;
Ah, would that this

To My Dear and Loving Husband
If ever two were one, then surely we.
If ever man were lov'd by wife, then thee;
If ever wif

Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,
Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flows
The liquefaction of her

Who Ever Loved, That Loved Not at First Sight?
It lies not in our power to love or hate,
For will in us is overruled by fate.
When two are st

 

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