Why is the Rose so Pale
Ah Dearest, canst thou tell me whyThe Rose should be so pale?And why the azure VioletShould wither in the vale? And why the Lark should, in the cloud,So sorrowfully sing?And why from loveliest
When You Are Old
When you are old and grey and full of sleep,And nodding by the fire, take down this book,And slowly read, and dream of the soft lookYour eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;How many loved your
He Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half-light, I would spread the cloths under your
When I Was One-and-Twenty
When I was one-and-twenty I heard a wise man say, ‘Give crowns and pounds and guineas But not your heart away; Give pearls away and rubies But keep your fancy free.’ But I was one-and-twenty, No
To One in Paradise
Thou wast all that to me, love,For which my soul did pine-A green isle in the sea, love,A fountain and a shrine,All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers,And all the flowers were mine.Ah, dream too
Serenade
So sweet the hour, so calm the time,I feel it more than half a crime,When Nature sleeps and stars are mute,To mar the silence ev'n with lute.At rest on ocean's brilliant dyesAn image of Elysium
To Lose Thee
To lose thee, sweeter than to gainAll other hearts I knew.‘Tis true the drought is destituteBut, then, I had the dew! The Caspian has its realms of sand,Its other realm of sea.Without this sterile
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 wrote it with a second hand, But came the tide, and made my pains his prey. Vain man, said she, that dost in
An Evening Song
Look off, dear Love, across the sallow sands, And mark yon meeting of the sun and sea, How long they kiss in sight of all the lands. Ah! longer, longer, we. Now in the sea's red vintage melts the sun,
Beautiful Dreamer
Beautiful dreamer, wake unto me, Starlight and dewdrops are waiting for thee;Sounds of the rude world heard in the day,Lull'd by the moonlight have all pass'd away!Beautiful dreamer, queen of my
Did Not
Twas a new feeling - something moreThan we had dared to own before,Which then we hid not;We saw it in each other's eye,And wished, in every half-breathed sigh,To speak, but did not.She felt my lips'
First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hourWith love so sudden and so sweet.Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale, a deadly pale.My legs refused to
Her Triumph
See the chariot at hand here of Love, Wherein my lady rideth!Each that draws is a swan or a dove, And well the car Love guideth.As she goes, all hearts do duty Unto her beauty;And
Life in a Love
Escape me?Never—Beloved!While I am I, and you are you, So long as the world contains us both, Me the loving and you the loth,While the one eludes, must the other pursue.My life is a fault at
Lovers
You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away.Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed;But as you fall asleep I hear you sayThose tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid.Sleep well: for I
Love (3)
Love bade me welcome: yet my soul drew back, Guilty of dust and sin.But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack From my first entrance in,Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning If I
Lucy
Strange fits of passion have I known: And I will dare to tell, But in the lover's ear alone, What once to me befell. When she I loved look'd every day Fresh as a rose in June, I to her
She Walks in Beauty
1She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies;And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes:Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven
On the Idle Hill of Summer
On the idle hill of summer,Sleepy with the flow of streams, Far I hear the steady drummerDrumming like a noise in dreams. Far and near and low and louderOn the roads of earth go by, Dear to friends
Silent Noon
Your hands lie open in the long fresh grass,--...The finger-points look through like rosy blooms:...Your eyes smile peace. The pasture gleams and glooms'Neath billowing skies that scatter and amass.