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For Annie
Thank Heaven! the crisis,The danger is past,And the lingering illnessIs over at last,And the fever called "Living"Is conquered at last.Sadly, I knowI am shorn of my strength,And no muscle I moveAs I lie at full length,But no matter! I feelI am better at length.And I rest so composedly,Now, in my bedThat any beholderMight fancy me dead,Might start at beholding me,Thinking me dead.The moaning and groaning,The sighing and sobbing,Are quieted now,With that horrible throbbingAt heart:- ah, that horrible,Horrible throbbing!The sickness- the nausea,The pitiless pain,Have ceased, with the feverThat maddened my brain,With the fever called "Living"That b...
Edgar Allan Poe
Only A Curl
I.Friends of faces unknown and a landUnvisited over the sea,Who tell me how lonely you standWith a single gold curl in the handHeld up to be looked at by me,II.While you ask me to ponder and sayWhat a father and mother can do,With the bright fellow-locks put awayOut of reach, beyond kiss, in the clayWhere the violets press nearer than you.III.Shall I speak like a poet, or runInto weak woman's tears for relief?Oh, children! I never lost one,Yet my arm 's round my own little son,And Love knows the secret of Grief.IV.And I feel what it must be and is,When God draws a new angel soThrough the house of a man up to His,With a murmur of music, you miss,And a rapture of light, you forgo.<...
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
The Baby's Tear.
A tiny drop of crystal dewThat fell from baby eyes of blue;A shining treasure, there it layFor grandma's love to wipe away.A tear of sorrow, pure and meekIt graced our darling's dimpled cheek;A gem so fair, that angels smiledAnd claimed the treasure undefiled.A sunbeam came with winsome graceAnd chased the shadow from her face;A smile fell from its wings of lightAnd baby eyes laughed at the sight.The wee bright tear was kissed away,Yet in our hearts its sorrow lay;For like a shadow came the thought,With pain and sorrow life is wrought.Oh, baby heart, what will you doWhen life's unrest is given you;And mother-love no more like thisEach tear can banish with a kiss?The love you brought, oh, bab...
Fannie Isabelle Sherrick
To Sensibility.
In Sensibility's lov'd praise I tune my trembling reed;And seek to deck her shrine with bays, On which my heart must bleed!No cold exemption from her pain I ever wish'd to know;Cheer'd with her transport, I sustain Without complaint her woe.Above whate'er content can give, Above the charm of ease,The restless hopes, and fears that live With her, have power to please.Where but for her, were Friendship's power To heal the wounded heart,To shorten sorrow's ling'ring hour, And bid its gloom depart?'Tis she that lights the melting eye With looks to anguish dear;She knows the price of ev'ry sigh, The value of a tear.She prompts the tender marks of love ...
Helen Maria Williams
To ..........
O Dearer far than light and life are dear,Full oft our human foresight I deplore;Trembling, through my unworthiness, with fearThat friends, by death disjoined, may meet no more!Misgivings, hard to vanquish or control,Mix with the day, and cross the hour of rest;While all the future, for thy purer soul,With "sober certainties" of love is blest.That sigh of thine, not meant for human ear,Tells that these words thy humbleness offend;Yet bear me up, else faltering in the rearOf a steep march: support me to the end.Peace settles where the intellect is meek,And Love is dutiful in thought and deed;Through Thee communion with that Love I seek:The faith Heaven strengthens where 'he' moulds the Creed.
William Wordsworth
Lalage.
What were sweet life without herWho maketh all things sweetWith smiles that dream about her,With dreams that come and fleet!Soft moods that end in languor;Soft words that end in sighs;Curved frownings as of anger;Cold silence of her eyes.Sweet eyes born but for slaying,Deep violet-dark and lostIn dreams of whilom MayingIn climes unstung of frost.Wild eyes shot through with fireGod's light in godless years,Brimmed wine-dark with desire,A birth for dreams and tears.Dear tears as sweet as laughter,Low laughter sweet as loveUnwound in ripples afterSad tears we knew not of.What if the day be lawless,What if the heart be dead,Such tears would make it flawless,Such laughter make it red....
Madison Julius Cawein
Lilah, Alice, Hypatia
To Alice and Hypatia BradlaughWho was Lilah? I am sureShe was young and sweet and pure;With the forehead wise men love,Here a lucid dawn aboveBroad curved brows, and twilight there,Under the deep dusk of hair.And her eyes? I cannot sayWhether brown, or blue, or grey:I have seen them brown, and blue,And a soft green grey, the hueShakespeare loved (and he was wise);'Grey as glass' were Silvia's eyes.So to Lilah's name aboveI will add two names I love,Linking with the bracket curlsThree sweet names of three sweet girls:-Sunday of Saint Valentine,Eighteen hundred sixty-nine.
James Thomson
Falerina.
The night is hung above us, love,With heavy stars that love us, love,With clouds that curl in purple and pearl,And winds that whisper of us, love:On burly hills and valleys, that lie dimmer,The amber foot-falls of the moon-sylphs glimmer.The moon is still a crescent, love;And here with thee 'tis pleasant, love,To sit and dream in its thin gleam,And list thy sighs liquescent, love:To see thy eyes and fondle thy dark tresses,Set on warm lips imperishable kisses.The sudden-glaring fire-fliesSwim o'er the hollow gyre-wise,And spurt and shine like jostled wineAt lips on which desire lies:Or like the out-flashed hair of elf or fairyIn rapid morrice whirling feat and airy.Up, - all the blue West sundering, -A creamy...
A Lover's Universe
When winter comes and takes away the rose,And all the singing of sweet birds is done,The warm and honeyed world lost deep in snows,Still, independent of the summer sun,In vain, with sullen roar,December shakes my door,And sleet upon the paneThreatens my peace in vain,While, seated by the fire upon my knee,My love abides with me.For he who, wise in time, his harvest yieldsReaped into barns, sweet-smelling and secure,Smiles as the rain beats sternly on his fields,For wealth is his no winter can make poor;Safe all his waving goldShut in against the cold,Treasure of summer grass -So sit I with my lass,My harvest sheaves of all her garnered charmsSafe in my happy arms.Still fragrant in the garden of her breast,
Richard Le Gallienne
Cor Cordium
To My Wife, MildredDear wife, there is no word in all my songsBut unto thee belongs:Though I indeed before our true day cameMistook thy star in many a wandering flame,Singing to thee in many a fair disguise,Calling to thee in many another's name,Before I knew thine everlasting eyes.Faces that fled me like a hunted fawnI followed singing, deeming it was Thou,Seeking this face that on our pillow nowGlimmers behind thy golden hair like dawn,And, like a setting moon, within my breastSinks down each night to rest.Moon follows moon before the great moon flowers,Moon of the wild wild honey that is ours;Long must the tree strive up in leaf and root,Before it bear the golden-hearted fruit:And shall great Love at once per...
Hymn To Love
We are thine, O Love, being in thee and made of thee,As thóu, Lóve, were the déep thóughtAnd we the speech of the thought; yea, spoken are we, Thy fires of thought out-spoken:But burn'd not through us thy imaginingLike fiérce móod in a sóng cáught,We were as clamour'd words a fool may fling, Loose words, of meaning broken.For what more like the brainless speech of a fool,The lives travelling dark fears,And as a boy throws pebbles in a pool Thrown down abysmal places?Hazardous are the stars, yet is our birthAnd our journeying time theirs;As words of air, life makes of starry earth Sweet soul-delighted faces;As voices are we in the worldly wind;The great wind of the world's...
Lascelles Abercrombie
Luscious And Sorrowful.
Beautiful, tender, wasting away for sorrow;Thus to-day; and how shall it be with thee to-morrow?Beautiful, tender - what else?A hope tells.Beautiful, tender, keeping the jubileeIn the land of home together, past death and sea;No more change or death, no moreSalt sea-shore.
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Peace.
The calm outgoing of a long, rich day, Checkered with storm and sunshine, gloom and light,Now passing in pure, cloudless skies away, Withdrawing into silence of blank night. Thick shadows settle on the landscape bright,Like the weird cloud of death that falls apaceOn the still features of the passive face.Soothing and gentle as a mother's kiss, The touch that stopped the beating of the heart.A look so blissfully serene as this, Not all the joy of living could impart.With dauntless faith and courage therewithal,The Master found her ready at his call.On such a golden evening forth there floats, Between the grave earth and the glowing skyIn the clear air, unvexed with hazy motes, The mystic-winged and f...
Emma Lazarus
Secret Love
I hid my love when young till ICouldn't bear the buzzing of a fly;I hid my love to my despiteTill I could not bear to look at light:I dare not gaze upon her faceBut left her memory in each place;Where eer I saw a wild flower lieI kissed and bade my love good bye.I met her in the greenest dellsWhere dewdrops pearl the wood blue bellsThe lost breeze kissed her bright blue eye,The bee kissed and went singing by,A sunbeam found a passage there,A gold chain round her neck so fair;As secret as the wild bee's songShe lay there all the summer long.I hid my love in field and townTill een the breeze would knock me down,The bees seemed singing ballads oer,The fly's bass turned a lion's roar;And even silence found a tong...
John Clare
Heather Bells.
Ye little flowrets, wild an free,Yo're welcome, aye as onny!Ther's but few seets 'at meet mi ee'At ivver seem as bonny.Th' furst gift 'at Lizzie gave to me,Wor a bunch o' bloomin heather,Shoo pluckt it off o'th' edge o'th' lea,Whear we'd been set together.An when shoo put it i' mi hand,A silent tear wor wellinWithin her ee; - it fell to th' graand,A doleful stooary tellin."It is a little gift," shoo sed,"An sooin will fade an wither,Yet, still, befooar its bloom is shed,We two mun pairt for ivver."I tried to cheer her trubbled mind,Wi' tender words endearin;An raand her neck mi arms entwined,But grief her breast wor tearin."Why should mi parents sell for gold,Ther dowter's life-long pleasure?Noa c...
John Hartley
A Lover's Litanies - Tenth Litany. Gloria in Excelsis.
i.O Love! O Lustre of the sunlit earth That knows thy step and revels in the worthOf thy much beauty! Is't thy will anew,Famed as thou art, to marvel that I sueWith such persistence, and in such unrestAmid the frenzies of my passion-quest? Wilt look ungently, and without a tear,On all the pangs I bear at thy behest?ii.Morning and eve I cease not, when I kneel To my Redeemer for my spirit's wealAnd for my body's,--as becomes a man,--Morning and eve I cease not in the spanOf all my days, O thou Unconquer'd One!To pray for thee, and do what may be done To re-acquire the friendship I have lost,Which is the holiest thing beneath the sun.iii.For what is fame that with so loud a v...
Eric Mackay
A Brief Love Letter
My darling, I have much to sayWhere o precious one shall I begin ?All that is in you is princelyO you who makes of my words through their meaningCocoons of silkThese are my songs and this is meThis short book contains usTomorrow when I return its pagesA lamp will lamentA bed will singIts letters from longing will turn greenIts commas be on the verge of flightDo not say: why did this youthSpeak of me to the winding road and the streamThe almond tree and the tulipSo that the world escorts me wherever I go ?Why did he sing these songs ?Now there is no starThat is not perfumed with my fragranceTomorrow people will see me in his verseA mouth the taste of wine, close-cropped hairIgnore what people sayYou will be gr...
Nizar Qabbani
Dear? Yes.
Dear? yes, tho' mine no more, Even this but makes thee dearer;And love, since hope is o'er, But draws thee nearer.Change as thou wilt to me,The same thy charm must be;New loves may come to weave Their witchery o'er thee,Yet still, tho' false, believe That I adore thee, yes, still adore thee.Think'st thou that aught but death could endA tie not falsehood's self can rend?No, when alone, far off I die, No more to see, no more cares thee,Even then, my life's last sigh Shall be to bless thee, yes, still to bless thee.
Thomas Moore