Love poems
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Departure
© Margaret Widdemer
IT was not when I plead with her,
And on a tragic day
Clung sobbing to her skirts of rose,
That Youth went away;
Reading 'Hamlet'
© Anna Akhmatova
And, as if in wrong occasion,
I said, "Thou," else...
And an easy smile of pleasure
Lit up dear face.
Bee-Master
© Victoria Mary Sackville-West
I have known honey from the Syrian hills
Stored in cool jars; the wild acacia there
English Eclogues IV - The Sailor's Mother
© Robert Southey
WOMAN.
Sir for the love of God some small relief
To a poor woman!
Once More, the Round
© Theodore Roethke
What's greater, Pebble or Pond?
What can be known? The Unknown.
Composed At Clevedon, Somersetshire
© Samuel Taylor Coleridge
My pensive Sara, thy soft cheek reclined
Thus on mine arm, most soothing sweet it is
To sit beside our cot, our cot o'ergrown
With white-flowered jasmine and the broad-leaved myrtle
A Ballad of Gentleness
© Geoffrey Chaucer
The firste stock-father of gentleness,
What man desireth gentle for to be,
Ode To The Spirit Of The Earth In Autumn
© George Meredith
The crimson-footed nymph is panting up the glade,
With the wine-jar at her arm-pit, and the drunken ivy-braid
Round her forehead, breasts, and thighs: starts a Satyr, and they
speed:
Hear the crushing of the leaves: hear the cracking of the bough!
And the whistling of the bramble, the piping of the weed!
The Black Virgin
© Gilbert Keith Chesterton
One in thy thousand statues we salute thee
On all thy thousand thrones acclaim and claim
Upon the Kings happy return from Scotland
© Henry King
So breaks the day when the returning Sun
Hath newly through his Winter Tropick run,
As You (Great Sir!) in this regress come forth
From the remoter Climate of the North.
A Hymn
© Helen Maria Williams
While thee I seek, protecting Power!
Be my vain wishes still'd;
And may this consecrated hour
With better hopes be fill'd.
The Bartholdi Statue
© John Greenleaf Whittier
The land, that, from the rule of kings,
In freeing us, itself made free,
Our Old World Sister, to us brings
Her sculptured Dream of Liberty,
Unfulfilled
© Madison Julius Cawein
In my dream last night it seemed I stood
With a boy's glad heart in my boyhood's wood.
Bid McCrae
© Alice Guerin Crist
The church was wrapped in darkness save for the alter-light,
And save where near the marble rail six tapers glimmered bright
Oer waxen heavy-scented flowers and coffin plated deep,
Where the good wife, Mary Halloran lay in her last long sleep.
Perdita
© Jean Ingelow
I go beyond the commandment.'
So be it. Then mine be the blame,
The loss, the lack, the yearning, till life's last sand be run,-
I go beyond the commandment, yet honour stands fast with her claim,
And what I have rued I shall rue; for what I have done-I have done.
Against Women Unconstant
© Geoffrey Chaucer
Madame, for youre newefangelnesse,
Many a servant have ye put out of grace.
Appeal To Nature Of The Solitary Heart
© Paul Hamilton Hayne
DEAR mother, take me to thy breast!
I have no other place of rest
In all this weary world of men:
Ah! fold me in thy love again,
Sweet mother; clasp me to thy breast!
