Love poems
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Even When We Sleep
© Paul Eluard
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
And this love heavier than a lakes ripe fruit
Without laughter or tears lasts forever
One day after another one night after us.
Double Ballad Of Life And Death
© William Ernest Henley
Fools may pine, and sots may swill,
Cynics gibe, and prophets rail,
The Forgotten
© Charles Harpur
He shone in the senate, the camp, and the grove,
The mirror of manhood, the darling of love.
He fought for his country, the star of the brave,
And died for its weal when to die was to save.
To Thomas Moore (My Boat Is On The Shore)
© George Gordon Byron
I.
My boat is on the shore,
And my bark is on the sea;
But before I go, Tom Moore,
Here's a double health to thee!
The Ploughman
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
CLEAR the brown path, to meet his coulter's gleam!
Lo! on he comes, behind his smoking team,
With toil's bright dew-drops on his sunburnt brow,
The lord of earth, the hero of the plough!
Six Sonnets On Dante's Divine Comedy
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I
Oft have I seen at some cathedral door
A Christmas Carol
© Edgar Albert Guest
God bless you all this Christmas Day
And drive the cares and griefs away.
Oh, may the shining Bethlehem star
Which led the wise men from afar
Upon your heads, good sirs, still glow
To light the path that ye should go.
By The Fire
© Aldous Huxley
We who are lovers sit by the fire,
Cradled warm 'twixt thought and will,
Admetus: To my friend, Ralph Waldo Emerson
© Emma Lazarus
He who could beard the lion in his lair,
To bind him for a girl, and tame the boar,
A Devout Lover
© Thomas Randolph
I have a mistress, for perfections rare
In every eye, but in my thoughts most fair.
Lovers At The Lake Side
© Jean Ingelow
'And you brought him home.' 'I did, ay Ronald, it rested with me.'
'Love!' 'Yes.' 'I would fain you were not so calm.' 'I cannot weep. No.'
'What is he like, your poor father?' 'He is-like-this fallen tree
Prone at our feet, by the still lake taking on rose from the glow,
A Dirge
© Edith Nesbit
LET Summer go
To other gardens; here we have no need of her.
She smiles and beckons, but we take no heed of her,
Who love not Summer, but bare boughs and snow,
Dawn
© Arthur Symons
Here in the little room
You sleep the sleep of innocent tired youth,
While I, in very sooth,
Tired, and awake beside you in the gloom,
Watch for the dawn, and feel the morning make
A loneliness about me for your sake.
My Frost-King - Song II
© Louisa May Alcott
Brighter shone the golden shadows;
On the cool wind softly came
The Vision By The Sea
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
I.
A HAUNTING face! with strange, ethereal eyes,
Deep as unfathomed gulfs of tranquil skies
When o'er their brightness a vague mist is drawn,
The Maids Of Elfin-Mere
© William Allingham
When the spinning-room was here
Came Three Damsels, clothed in white,
Of Jacopo Del Sellaio
© Ezra Pound
This man knew out the secret ways of love,
No man could paint such things who did not know.
And now she's gone, who was his Cyprian,
And you are here, who are The Isles to me.
In the Orchard
© Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
