Love poems
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After Many Days
© Robert Fuller Murray
The mist hangs round the College tower,
The ghostly street
Is silent at this midnight hour,
Save for my feet.
The Metamorphosis Of Plants.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
Happily teach thee the word, which may the mystery
solve!
Closely observe how the plant, by little and little progressing,
A Tune
© Arthur Symons
A foolish rhythm turns in my idle head
As a windmill turns in the wind on an empty sky.
The Eagle And Dove.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
IN search of prey once raised his pinions
An eaglet;
A huntsman's arrow came, and reft
His right wing of all motive power.
The Bridegroom.*
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
(Not in the English sense of the word, but the German, where it
has the meaning of betrothed.)I SLEPT,--'twas midnight,--in my bosom woke,As though 'twere day, my love-o'erflowing heart;
To me it seemed like night, when day first broke;What is't to me, whate'er it may impart?She was away; the world's unceasing strifeFor her alone I suffer'd through the heat
Of sultry day; oh, what refreshing lifeAt cooling eve!--my guerdon was complete.The sun now set, and wand'ring hand in hand,His last and blissful look we greeted then;
The Fisherman.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
THE waters rush'd, the waters rose,A fisherman sat by,
While on his line in calm reposeHe cast his patient eye.
And as he sat, and hearken'd there,The flood was cleft in twain,
And, lo! a dripping mermaid fairSprang from the troubled main.She sang to him, and spake the while:"Why lurest thou my brood,
The Crucifix And The Owl
© Arthur Symons
That unutterable Agony on the Crucifix
Of Jesus Christ the hideous Jews decried
Anniversary Song.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
[This little song describes the different members
of the party just spoken of.]WHY pacest thou, my neighbour fair,The garden all alone?
If house and land thou seek'st to guard,I'd thee as mistress own.My brother sought the cellar-maid,And suffered her no rest;
She gave him a refreshing draught,A kiss, too, she impress'd.My cousin is a prudent wight,The cook's by him ador'd;
Nature
© Robert Laurence Binyon
Because out of corruption burns the rose,
And to corruption lovely cheeks descend;
Because with her right hand she heals the woes
Her left hand wrought, loth nor to wound nor mend;
Winter Journey Over The Hartz Mountains.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
LIKE the vulture
Who on heavy morning clouds
With gentle wing reposing
Looks for his prey,--
Hover, my song!
The Moon In Silver Glory Shone
© John Newton
The moon in silver glory shone,
And not a cloud in sight;
When suddenly a shade begun
To intercept her light.
The Erl-king.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHO rides there so late through the night dark and drear?
The father it is, with his infant so dear;
He holdeth the boy tightly clasp'd in his arm,
He holdeth him safely, he keepeth him warm.
Procemion.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT God would outwardly alone control,
And on his finger whirl the mighty Whole?
He loves the inner world to move, to view
Nature in Him, Himself in Nature too,
So that what in Him works, and is, and lives,
The measure of His strength, His spirit gives.
Blow, Northern Wind
© Anonymous
Blow, northerne wynd,
Send thou me my suetyng!
Blow, northerne wynd,
Blou, blou, blou!
The Legend Of The Horseshoe.
© Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
WHAT time our Lord still walk'd the earth,
Unknown, despised, of humble birth,
And on Him many a youth attended
(His words they seldom comprehended),
To My Sister
© William Wordsworth
IT is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.
Thorkilds Song
© Rudyard Kipling
There´s no wind along these seas,
Out oars for Stavanger!
Forward all for Stavanger!
So we must wake the white-ash breeze.
Let fall for Stavanger!
A long pull for Stavanger!
