Love poems

The Four Princesses At Wilna. A Photograph

© Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Sweet faces, that from pictured casements lean

  As from a castle window, looking down

Ode To Peace

© William Cowper

Come, peace of mind, delightful guest!
Return and make thy downy nest
Once more in this sad heart:
Nor riches I, nor power pursue,
Nor hold forbidden joys in view,
We therefore need not part.

The Highland Broach

© William Wordsworth

If to Tradition faith be due,

And echoes from old verse speak true,

Mist And Rain

© Charles Baudelaire

Late autumns, winters, spring-times steeped in mud,
anaesthetizing seasons! You I praise, and love
for so enveloping my heart and brain
in vaporous shrouds, in sepulchres of rain.

Saving Love

© Mathilde Blind

Yea, love the Abiding in the Universe
Which was before, and will be after us.
 Nor yet for ever hanker and vainly cry
 For human love-the beings that change or die;
Die-change-forget: to care so is a curse,
Yet cursed we'll be rather than not care thus.

The Playmate

© Rudyard Kipling

She is not Folly - that I know.
Her steadfast eyelids tell me so
When, at the hour the lights divide,
She steals as summonsed to my side.

"When I Have Borne In Memory"

© William Wordsworth

WHEN I have borne in memory what has tamed

Great Nations, how ennobling thoughts depart

The House Of Dust: Part 03: 10:

© Conrad Aiken

From time to time, lifting his eyes, he sees
The soft blue starlight through the one small window,
The moon above black trees, and clouds, and Venus,—
And turns to write . . . The clock, behind ticks softly.

Of My Lady Isabella Playing The Lute

© Edmund Waller

Such moving sounds from such a careless touch,

So unconcerned herself, and we so much!

Absence

© Paul Laurence Dunbar

GOODNIGHT, my love, for I have dreamed of thee,

In walking dreams, until my soul is lost —

Love's Own.

© Robert Crawford

Ah, that hair no age can dye
That is golden in Love's eye,
And that face time cannot touch
On which Love has gazed so much.

by Richard Barnfield