Love poems
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A Star In The East
© Edith Nesbit
FOR THE ART EXHIBITION AT ST. JUDE'S, WHITECHAPEL
LIKE a fair flower springing fresh, sweet, and bright,
A Marriage Ring
© George Crabbe
THE ring, so worn as you behold,
So thin, so pale, is yet of gold:
The passion such it was to prove
Worn with lifes care, love yet was love.
The Poor Can Feed the Birds
© John Shaw Neilson
Ragged, unheeded, stooping, meanly shod,
The poor pass to the pond: not far away
The spires go up to God.
I Do But Ask That You Be Always Fair
© Edna St. Vincent Millay
I do but ask that you be always fair
That I forever may continue kind;
The Gift Of The Gods
© Edith Nesbit
"GIVE me thy dreams," she said, and I
With empty hands and very poor,
Watched my fair flowery visions die
Upon the temple's marble floor.
Freedom in Faith
© Charles Harpur
HIS MIND alone is kingly who (though one)
But venerates of present things or past
Adventure Bay
© Kenneth Slessor
SOPHIE'S my world . . . my arm must soon or later
Like Francis Drake turn circumnavigator,
Stem the dark tides, take by the throat strange gales
And toss their spume to stars unknown, as kings
The Lone Soul
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
The world has many lovers, but the one
She loves the best is he within whose heart
A Story of the Sea-Shore
© George MacDonald
It was a simple tale, a monotone:
She climbed one sunny hill, gazed once abroad,
Then wandered down, to pace a dreary plain;
Alas! how many such are told by night,
In fisher-cottages along the shore!
Nobody's Lookin' But De Owl An' De Moon
© James Weldon Johnson
Nobody's lookin' but de owl an' de moon,
An' de night is balmy; fu' de month is June;
Come den, Honey, won't you? Come to meet me soon,
W'ile nobody's lookin' but de owl an' de moon.
Aager And Eliza (From The Old Danish)
© George Borrow
Have ye heard of bold Sir Aager,
How he rode to yonder isle;
There he saw the sweet Eliza,
Who upon him deignd to smile.
Rosemary
© Madison Julius Cawein
Above her, pearl and rose the heavens lay;
Around her, flowers scattered earth with gold,
Or down the path in insolence held sway--
Like cavaliers who ride the elves' highway--
Scarlet and blue, within a garden old.
The Wanderer: A Vision: Canto V
© Richard Savage
My hermit thus. She beckons us away:
Oh, let us swift the high behest obey!
When My Dreams Come True
© James Whitcomb Riley
When my dreams come true--when my dreams come true--
Shall I lean from out my casement, in the starlight and the dew,
To listen--smile and listen to the tinkle of the strings
Of the sweet guitar my lover's fingers fondle, as he sings?
And as the nude moon slowly, slowly shoulders into view,
Shall I vanish from his vision--when my dreams come true?
The Oklahoma Rose
© William Percy French
All round de moon clouds are hangin' high an' hazy;
On de lagoon moonbeams are lyin' lazy.
