Love poems
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The Two Soldiers
© Thomas Hardy
Just at the corner of the wall
We met - yes, he and I -
Who had not faced in camp or hall
Since we bade home good-bye,
And what once happened came back - all -
Out of those years gone by.
Pre-Existence
© Dora Sigerson Shorter
We have met, you and I, long ago,
Yesterday when I saw you I knew,
XLVI From 'La Pell De Brau'
© Salvador Espriu
Sometimes it is necessary and right
for a man to die for a people.
Song II
© Mikolaj Sep Szarzynski
Why flatter thyself, Tyrant,
In ways great in evil?
The Lord's goodness ceases not
Keeping watch on the pious.
Eclogue 3: Menalcas Daemoetas Palaemon
© Publius Vergilius Maro
DAMOETAS
Nay, they are Aegon's sheep, of late by him
Committed to my care.
Idleness
© Thomas Sturge Moore
O idleness, too fond of me,
Begone, I know and hate thee!
Nothing canst thou of pleasure see
In one that so doth rate thee;
The Star And The Water-Lily
© Oliver Wendell Holmes
THE sun stepped down from his golden throne.
And lay in the silent sea,
The Dream Fairy
© Thomas Hood
A little fairy comes at night,
Her eyes are blue, her hair is brown
with silver spots upon her wings,
And from the moon she flutters down.
Unending Love
© Rabindranath Tagore
I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,
In life after life, in age after age, forever.
The Song Of Hiawatha XII: The Son Of The Evening Star
© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Can it be the sun descending
O'er the level plain of water?
Love
© Alexander Smith
THE fierce exulting worlds, the motes in rays,
The churlish thistles, scented briers,
The wind-swept bluebells on the sunny braes,
Down to the central fires,
What Is To Come
© William Ernest Henley
What is to come we know not. But we know
That what has been was good--was good to show,
Better to hide, and best of all to bear.
We are the masters of the days that were:
We have lived, we have loved, we have suffered . . . even so.
The Old Trundle-Bed
© James Whitcomb Riley
O the old trundle-bed where I slept when a boy!
What canopied king might not covet the joy?
Psalm IV.
© John Milton
Answer me when I call
God of my righteousness;
In straights and in distress
Thou didst me disinthrall
And set at large; now spare,
Now pity me, and hear my earnest prai'r.
Girl At Midnight
© Weldon Kees
But I must dream once more of cities burned away,
Corrupted wood, and silence on the piers.
Love is a sickroom with the roof half gone
Where nights go down in a continual rain.
The Water Witch
© Madison Julius Cawein
See! the milk-white doe is wounded.
He will follow as it bounds
Composed on The Eve Of The Marriage Of A Friend In The Vale Of Grasmere
© William Wordsworth
WHAT need of clamorous bells, or ribands gay,
These humble nuptials to proclaim or grace?
Angels of love, look down upon the place;
Shed on the chosen vale a sun-bright day!
Prologue: The Pleasant Comedy Of Old Fortunatus
© Thomas Dekker
OF Love's sweet war our timorous Muse doth sing,
And to the bosom of each gentle dear,
The Vision of the Rock
© Charles Harpur
I SATE upon a lonely peak,
A backwood rivers course to view,
Sonnet XXV: Winged Hours
© Dante Gabriel Rossetti
Each hour until we meet is as a bird
That wings from far his gradual way along
