Dreams.

I love a woman tenderly,
But cannot know if she loves me.
I press her hand, her lips I kiss,
But still love's full assurance miss.
Our waking life for ever seems
Cleft by a veil of doubt and dreams.

But love and night and sleep combine
In dreams to make her wholly mine.
A sure love lights her eyes' deep blue,
Her hands and lips are warm and true.
Always the fact unreal seems,
And truth I find alone in dreams.

John Hay

John Milton Hay was an American statesman and official whose government career stretched over almost half a century. He began as a private secretary to Abraham Lincoln, eventually becoming Secretary of State under Presidents William McKinley and Theodore Roosevelt. Aside from his political career, Hay was also a poet and writer, remembered for his influence on American literature and foreign policy.

John Hay

The Sphinx Of The Tuileries.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

Miles Keogh's Horse.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

Wanderlieder.

John Hay, Simple Poetry

The Azra. Translations. After Heine.

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Cold Memory paints in fainter dyes.

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Love.

Love - love - love - love, -
A tiny hand in a tiny glove;
A witching smile that means, - well, - well,
Whether little or much its hard to tell.
A tiny foot and a springy tread,
Short curls running riot all over her head;
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In The Firelight.

My dear wife sits beside the fire
    With folded hands and dreaming eyes,
Watching the restless flames aspire,
    And rapt in thralling memories.
I mark the fitful firelight fling
    Its warm caresses on her brow,
    And kiss her hands' unmelting snow,
And glisten on her wedding-ring.

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    The gracious charm her beauty wears,
    Fill my fond eyes with tender tears
As in the days of long ago.

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    The only heaven I cared for lay,
When from our thoughtless Paradise
    All care and toil dwelt far away;

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The Light Of Love.

Each shining light above us
    Has its own peculiar grace;
But every light of heaven
    Is in my darling's face.

For it is like the sunlight,
    So strong and pure and warm,
That folds all good and happy things,
    And guards from gloom and harm.

And it is like the moonlight,
    So holy and so calm;
The rapt peace of a summer night,
    When soft winds die in balm.

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Una.

In the whole wide world there was but one;
Others for others, but she was mine,
The one fair woman beneath the sun.

From her gold-flax curls' most marvellous shine
Down to the lithe and delicate feet
There was not a curve nor a waving line

But moved in a harmony firm and sweet
With all of passion my life could know.
By knowledge perfect and faith complete

I was bound to her, - as the planets go
Adoring around their central star,
Free, but united for weal or woe.

She was so near and Heaven so far -
She grew my heaven and law and fate,
Rounding my life with a mystic bar

No thought beyond could violate.
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In A Silence

Heart to heart!
And the stillness of night and the moonlight, like hushed breathing
Silently, stealthily moving across thy hair!

O womanly face!
Tender and strong and lucent with infinite feeling,
Shrinking with startled joy, like wind-struck water,
And yet so frank, so unashamed of love!

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I would bare my soul to thy sight--
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Unrevealing its shame or its glory.
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