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 sw

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,Dre

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 eve

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:

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 lou

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 gloo

Song [Secret Love]
I hid my love when young while ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a flyI hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at lightI dare not gaze upo

The Definition of Love
My love is of a birth as rare As 'tis for object strange and high; It was begotten by Despair Upon Impossibility. Magnanimous Despair alone Could show

The Indian Serenade
I arise from dreams of theeIn the first sweet sleep of night,When the winds are breathing low,And the stars are shining bright.I arise from dreams of

To Mary
The twentieth year is well-nigh past, Since first our sky was overcast; Ah, would that this might be the last! My Mary! Thy spiri

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 wife was happy in a man, Compare with me ye women if you can.

Upon Julia's Clothes
Whenas in silks my Julia goes,Then, then, methinks, how sweetly flowsThe liquefaction of her clothes. Next, when I cast mine eyes and seeThat brave vi

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 stripped, long ere the course begin,We wish that one should

Without Her
What of her glass without her? The blank greyThere where the pool is blind of the moon’s face.Her dress without her? The tossed empty spaceOf cloud-

An Argument
've oft been told by learned friars,That wishing and the crime are one,And Heaven punishes desiresAs much as if the deed were done.If wishing damns us

I Would Live in Your Love
I would live in your love as the sea-grasses live in the sea,Borne up by each wave as it passes, drawn down by each wave that recedes;I would empty my

If I Were Her Lover
IIf I were her lover, I'd wade through the clover Over the fields before The gate that leads to her door; Over the meadows, To wait, 'mid the shadows,

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!

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


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