Poetry

We Have Been Friends Together
We have been friends together,In sunshine and in shade;Since first beneath the chestnut-treesIn infancy we played.But coldness dwells within thy heart

O, My Friend
O, my friend,What fitting word can I say?You, my chum,My companion of infinite talks,My inspiration,My guide,Through whom I saw myself at best;You, th

Last
Friend, whose smile has come to beVery precious unto me,Though I know I drank not firstOf your love’s bright fountain-burst,Yet I grieve not for the

Friendship
When we were idlers with the loitering rills,The need of human love we little noted:Our love was nature; and the peace that floatedOn the white mist,

A Time to Talk
When a friend calls to me from the roadAnd slows his horse to a meaning walk,I don’t stand still and look aroundOn all the hills I haven’t hoed,An

A Book of Verse
A book of verse, underneath the bough,A jug of wine, a loaf of bread - and thouBeside me singing in the wilderness -Ah, wilderness were paradise now!

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,

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

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 hal

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

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 flo

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 o

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

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 p

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, longe

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 al

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-breat

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 fa

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

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 elude

 

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