Love poems

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Ezra Bartlett

© Edgar Lee Masters

A chaplain in the army,
A chaplain in the prisons,
An exhorter in Spoon River,
Drunk with divinity, Spoon River --

To A Husband

© Anne Kingsmill Finch

This is to the crown and blessing of my life,

The much loved husband of a happy wife;

A Students Song

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

When I was a merry young fellow

I loved the red juice of the grape.

The Lovers Colloquy

© Victor Marie Hugo

DONNA SOL. Night is too silent, darkness too profound
Oh, for a star to shine, a voice to sound--
To raise some sudden note of music now
Suited to night.

Because I am idolotrous and have besought
With grievous supplication and consuming prayer,
The admirable image that my love has wrought
Out of her swan's neck and her dark, abundant hair:
The jealous gods who brook no worship save their own,
Turned my live idol marble and her heart to stone.

Widow McFarlane

© Edgar Lee Masters

I was the Widow McFarlane,
Weaver of carpets for all the village.
And I pity you still at the loom of life,
You who are singing to the shuttle

Hon. Henry Bennett

© Edgar Lee Masters

It never came into my mind
Until I was ready to die
That Jenny had loved me to death, with malice of heart.
For I was seventy, she was thirty-five,

The Coming Of Winter

© Alexander Pushkin

_Stanzas from "Onegin"_

Our Northern Winter's fickle Summer,

To George Herwegh

© Heinrich Heine

Herwegh, you lark of iron!
You rise on a swift and jubilant wing,
Toward sunlight and freedom, Liberty's lover!
Is the long winter really over?
Is Germany really awake to the Spring?

Elegy XIII: His Parting From Her

© John Donne

SINCE she must go, and I must mourn, come night,

Environ me with darkness, whilst I write ;

Paul McNeely

© Edgar Lee Masters

Dear Jane! dear winsome Jane!
How you stole in the room (where I lay so ill)
In your nurse's cap and linen cuffs,
And took my hand and said with a smile:

They Did Not See Thy Face

© Dora Sigerson Shorter

Some on the pleasant hillside have thought they saw thee pass,

As flings a cloud before the sun a shadow on the grass.

Sacred Gipsy Carol - Epilogue

© John Kenyon

DEVOTION.

Where shall Devotion find her fitting food?

Daniel M'Cumber

When I went to the city, Mary McNeely,
I meant to return for you, yes I did.
But Laura, my landlady's daughter,
Stole into my life somehow, and won me away.

Sonnet XLIX. From The Novel Of Celestina

Supposed to have been written in a church-yard, over
the grave of a young woman of nineteen.
THOU! who sleep'st where hazle-bands entwine
The vernal grass, with paler violets drest;