Love poems
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She Of The Dancing Feet Sings
© Countee Cullen
And what would I do in heaven pray,
Me with my dancing feet?
And limbs like apple boughs that sway
When the gusty rain winds beat.
Two Easter Stanzas
© Vachel Lindsay
Though better men may fear that trumpets warning,
I meet you, lady, on the Judgment morning,
With golden hope my spirit still adorning.
Holy Communion
© John Keble
O God of Mercy, God of Might,
How should pale sinners bear the sight,
If, as Thy power in surely here,
Thine open glory should appear?
A Friend
© Lionel Pigot Johnson
All, that he came to give,
He gave, and went again:
I have seen one man live,
I have seen one man reign,
With all the graces in his train.
Vignettes Overseas
© Sara Teasdale
I. Off Gilbatrar
BEYOND the sleepy hills of Spain,
The sun goes down in yellow mist,
The sky is fresh with dewy stars
Home
© Johannes Carsten Hauch
I remember a far place, where I would gladly be;
There, hours glided slowly, silently,
As clear as silver pearls, strung on a golden wire,
And gentle as the words of first desire.
Pussy Has A Whiskered Face
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
Pussy has a whiskered face,
Kitty has such pretty ways;
Doggie scampers when I call,
And has a heart to love us all.
Rob Roy
© Andrew Lang
But he set her on a coal-black steed,
Himsel lap on behind her,
An' he's awa to the Highland hills,
Whare her frien's they canna find her.
I Know A Baby, Such A Baby
© Christina Georgina Rossetti
I know a baby, such a baby, -
Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink,
Granny Canty
© George MacDonald
"What maks ye sae canty, granny dear?
Has some kin' body been for ye to speir?
Ye luik as smilin an' fain an' willin
As gien ye had fun a bonny shillin!"
Grace
© John Crowe Ransom
WHO is it beams the merriest
At killing a man, the laughing one?
You are the one I nominate,
God of the rivers of Babylon.
Olney Hymn 28: Jesus Hasting To Suffer
© William Cowper
The Saviour, what a noble flame
Was kindled in his breast,
When hasting to Jerusalem,
He march'd before the rest.
Joy
© Emile Verhaeren
O splendid, spacious day, irradiate
With flaming dawns, when earth shows yet more fair
Her ardent beauty, proud, without alloy;
And wakening life breathes out her perfume rare
So potently, that, all intoxicate,
Our ravished being rushes upon joy!
Sonnet XVII: Beauty's Pageant
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
What dawn-pulse at the heart of heaven, or last
Incarnate flower of culminating day,
Lochaber No More
© Allan Ramsay
Farewell to Lochaber! and farewell, my Jean,
Where heartsome with thee I hae mony day been;
Polly In A Porny
© Sheldon Allan Silverstein
Haha I kissed Polly goodnight haha as we stood at her front door
Now she's quite a proper lady so I didn't ask for anything more
But haha I was feeling oh so groovie that I went down to the movie
And I sat down and guess just what I saw
Love In Disguise
© Thomas Parnell
To stifle Passion is no easy Thing,
A Heart in Love is always on the Wing;
On The 100th Anniversary Of Anna Akhmatova
© Joseph Brodsky
The fire and the page, the hewed hairs and the swords,
The grains and the millstone, the whispers and the clatter --
God saves all that -- especially the words
Of love and pity, as His only way to utter.
