Love poems
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Women.
© Robert Crawford
Alas! we women are the fools of you:
You mould us and you mar us we are yours,
And ever have been since the birth of love,
Flowers cherished for a while, soon to be cast
As weeds away; and yet as weeds in the mire
Our fading hues breathe to the last of you.
Gods Acre
© Conrad Aiken
She prods a plantain
Of too ambitious root. That largest yew-tree,
Clutching the hill
Over the Ranges and Into the West
© Henry Lawson
LET OTHERS sing praise of their sea-girted isles,
But give me the bush with its limitless miles;
Then its over the ranges and into the West,
To the scenes of wild boyhood; we love them the best.
Sonnet To Disappointment
© Helen Maria Williams
PALE disappointment! at thy freezing name
Chill fears in every shiv'ring vein I prove;
The Good, Old-Fashioned People
© James Whitcomb Riley
The good, old-fashioned people--
The hale, hard-working people--
The kindly country people
'At Uncle used to know!
Scherzando
© William Ernest Henley
Down through the ancient Strand
The spirit of October, mild and boon
And sauntering, takes his way
This golden end of afternoon,
As though the corn stood yellow in all the land,
And the ripe apples dropped to the harvest-moon.
The Return
© Sara Teasdale
I turned the key and opened wide the door
To enter my deserted room again,
Alas! And Did My Savior Bleed?
© Isaac Watts
Alas! and did my Savior bleed
And did my Sovereign die?
Would He devote that sacred head
For such a worm as I?
Il Bacio
© Paul Verlaine
Kiss! Hollyhock in Love's luxuriant close!
Brisk music played on pearly little keys,
In tempo with the witching melodies
Love in the ardent heart repeating goes.
In A Garden
© Madison Julius Cawein
The pink rose drops its petals on
The moonlit lawn, the moonlit lawn;
Sonnet 33: I Might
© Sir Philip Sidney
I might!-unhappy word-O me, I might,
And then would not, or could not, see my bliss;
The Hamadryad
© Walter Savage Landor
Her lips were seald; her head sank on his breast.
T is said that laughs were heard within the wood:
But who should hear them? and whose laughs? and why?
The Soul's Prayer
© Sarojini Naidu
In childhood's pride I said to Thee:
"O Thou, who mad'st me of Thy breath,
Speak, Master, and reveal to me
Thine inmost laws of life and death.
A Good Time Going!
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
BRAVE singer of the coming time,
Sweet minstrel of the joyous present,
A Birthday Trifle
© Henry Kendall
Here in this gold-green evening end,
While air is soft and sky is clear,
A Portrait
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
Thoughtful in youth, but not austere in age;
Calm, but not cold, and cheerful though a sage;
Too true to flatter and too kind to sneer,
And only just when seemingly severe;
So gently blending courtesy and art
That wisdomâs lips seemed borrowing friendshipâs heart.
Wherefore?
© Wilcox Ella Wheeler
Wherefore in dreams are sorrows borne anew,
A healed wound opened, or the past revived?
Last night in my deep sleep I dreamed of you;
Again the old love woke in me, and thrived
