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Song - Love While You May.
Day by day, with startling fleetness, Life speeds away;Love, alone, can glean its sweetness, Love while you may.While the soul is strong and fearless,While the eye is bright and tearless,Ere the heart is chilled and cheerless - Love while you may.Life may pass, but love, undying, Dreads no decay;Even from the grave replying, "Love while you may."Love's the fruit, as life's the flower;Love is heaven's rarest dower;Love gives love its quick'ning power - Love while you may.
Charles Sangster
Secret Love
He gloomily sat by the wall,As gaily she danced with them all.Her laughter's light spellOn every one fell;His heartstrings were near unto rending,But this there was none comprehending.She fled from the house, when at eveHe came there to take his last leave.To hide her she crept,She wept and she wept;Her life-hope was shattered past mending,But this there was none comprehending.Long years dragged but heavily o'er,And then he came back there once more. - Her lot was the best, In peace and at rest;Her thought was of him at life's ending,But this there was none comprehending.
Bjørnstjerne Martinius Bjørnson
To Electra. Love Looks For Love.
Love love begets, then never beUnsoft to him who's smooth to thee.Tigers and bears, I've heard some say,For proffer'd love will love repay:None are so harsh, but if they findSoftness in others, will be kind;Affection will affection move,Then you must like because I love.
Robert Herrick
Simples
O bella bionda,Sei come l'onda!Of cool sweet dew and radiance mildThe moon a web of silence weavesIn the still garden where a childGathers the simple salad leaves.A moondew stars her hanging hairAnd moonlight kisses her young browAnd, gathering, she sings an air:Fair as the wave is, fair, art thou!Be mine, I pray, a waxen earTo shield me from her childish croonAnd mine a shielded heart for herWho gathers simples of the moon.
James Joyce
Love Song
O vere mine lofe a sugar-powl,De fery shmallest loompVouldt shveet de seas, from pole to pole,Und make de shildren shoomp.Und if she vere a clofer-field,Id bet my only pence,It vouldnt pe no dime at allPefore Id shoomp de fence.Her heafenly foice, it drill me so,It oft-dimes seems to hoort,She ish de holiest anamileDat roons oopon de dirt.De renpow rises vhen she sings,De sonnshine vhen she dalk;De angels crow und flop deir vingsVhen she goes out to valk.So livin white, so carnadine,Mine lofes gomblexion show;Its shoost like Abendcarmosine,Rich gleamin on de shnow.Her soul makes plushes in her sheekAsh sommer reds de wein,Or sonnlight sends a fire life trooAn blank Karfunkelstein....
Charles Godfrey Leland
Sweet Memory Of Love.
("Toutes les passions s'éloignent avec l'âge.")[XXXIV. ii., October, 183-.]As life wanes on, the passions slow depart,One with his grinning mask, one with his steel;Like to a strolling troupe of Thespian art,Whose pace decreases, winding past the hill.But naught can Love's all charming power efface,That light, our misty tracks suspended o'er,In joy thou'rt ours, more dear thy tearful grace,The young may curse thee, but the old adore.But when the weight of years bow down the head,And man feels all his energies decline,His projects gone, himself tomb'd with the dead,Where virtues lie, nor more illusions shine,When all our lofty thoughts dispersed and o'er,We count within our hearts so near congealed,Each grief that'...
Victor-Marie Hugo
Thou Flower of Summer
When in summer thou walkestIn the meads by the river,And to thyself talkest,Dost thou think of one ever--A lost and a lorn oneThat adores thee and loves thee?And when happy morn's gone,And nature's calm moves thee,Leaving thee to thy sleep like an angel at rest,Does the one who adores thee still live in thy breast?Does nature eer give theeLove's past happy vision,And wrap thee and leave theeIn fancies elysian?Thy beauty I clung to,As leaves to the tree;When thou fair and young tooLooked lightly on me,Till love came upon thee like the sun to the westAnd shed its perfuming and bloom on thy breast.
John Clare
The Future Life.
How shall I know thee in the sphere which keepsThe disembodied spirits of the dead,When all of thee that time could wither sleepsAnd perishes among the dust we tread?For I shall feel the sting of ceaseless painIf there I meet thy gentle presence not;Nor hear the voice I love, nor read againIn thy serenest eyes the tender thought.Will not thy own meek heart demand me there?That heart whose fondest throbs to me were given?My name on earth was ever in thy prayer,Shall it be banished from thy tongue in heaven?In meadows fanned by heaven's life-breathing wind,In the resplendence of that glorious sphere,And larger movements of the unfettered mind,Wilt thou forget the love that joined us here?The love that lived through all the...
William Cullen Bryant
To Papa
In high Olympus' sacred shade A gift Minerva wrought For her beloved philosopher Immersed in deepest thought. A shield to guard his aged breast With its enchanted mesh When he his nectar and ambrosia took To strengthen and refresh. Long may he live to use the life The hidden goddess gave, To keep unspotted to the end The gentle, just, and brave.December, 1887.
Louisa May Alcott
Golden Eyes
Oh Amber Eyes, oh Golden Eyes! Oh Eyes so softly gay!Wherein swift fancies fall and rise, Grow dark and fade away.Eyes like a little limpid pool That holds a sunset sky,While on its surface, calm and cool, Blue water lilies lie.Oh Tender Eyes, oh Wistful Eyes, You smiled on me one day,And all my life, in glad surprise, Leapt up and pleaded "Stay!"Alas, oh cruel, starlike eyes, So grave and yet so gay,You went to lighten other skies, Smiled once and passed away.Oh, you whom I name "Golden Eyes," Perhaps I used to knowYour beauty under other skies In lives lived long ago.Perhaps I rowed with galley slaves, Whose labour never ceased,To bring across Phoenician waves
Adela Florence Cory Nicolson
Sonnet LVI. To A Timid Young Lady, Distressed By The Attentions Of An Amiable, And Accepted Lover.
What bashful wildness in those crystal eyes, Fair Zillia! - Ah! more dear to LOVE the gaze That dwells upon its object, than the rays Of that vague glance, quick, as in summer skiesThe lightning's lambent flash, when neither rise Thunder, nor storm. - I mark, while transport plays Warm in thy Lover's eye, what dread betrays Thy throbbing heart: - yet why from his soft sighsFleet'st thou so swift away? - like the young Hind[1], That bending stands the fountain's brim beside, When, with a sudden gust, the western windRustles among the boughs that shade the tide: See, from the stream, innoxious and benign, Starting she bounds, with terror vain as thine!1: "Vitas hinnuleo me similis Chloe." HORACE.
Anna Seward
Valentines From An Inconstant-Constant
(After Henri Murger)Though I love many maidens fairAs fondly as a heart may dare,Yet still are you the only oneTrue goddess of my pantheon.And though my life is like a song,Each maid a stanza, clear and strong,Yet always I return againTo you who are the sweet refrain.
Arthur Macy
Her Eyes
In her dark eyes dreams poetize;The soul sits lost in love:There is no thing in all the skies,To gladden all the world I prize,Like the deep love in her dark eyes,Or one sweet dream thereof.In her dark eyes, where thoughts arise,Her soul's soft moods I see:Of hope and faith, that make life wise;And charity, whose food is sighsNot truer than her own true eyesIs truth's divinity.In her dark eyes the knowledge liesOf an immortal sod,Her soul once trod in angel-guise,Nor can forget its heavenly ties,Since, there in Heaven, upon her eyesOnce gazed the eyes of God.
Madison Julius Cawein
A Love-Letter
Darling little woman, just a little line,Just a little silver wordFor that dear gold of thine,Only a whisper you have so often heard:Only such a whisper as hidden in a shellHolds a little breath of all the mighty sea,But think what a little of all its depth and swell,And think what a little is this little note of me.'Darling, I love thee, that is all I live for' -There is the whisper stealing from the shell,But here is the ocean, O so deep and boundless,And each little wave with its whisper as well.
Richard Le Gallienne
Mariana.
Not for me marring or making,Not for me giving or taking;I love my Love and he loves not me,I love my Love and my heart is breaking.Sweet is Spring in its lovely showing,Sweet the violet veiled in blowing,Sweet it is to love and be loved;Ah, sweet knowledge beyond my knowing!Who sighs for love sighs but for pleasure,Who wastes for love hoards up a treasure;Sweet to be loved and take no count,Sweet it is to love without measure.Sweet my Love whom I loved to try for,Sweet my Love whom I love and sigh for,Will you once love me and sigh for me,You my Love whom I love and die for?
Christina Georgina Rossetti
Love In Twilight
There is darkness behind the light -- and the pale light dripsCold on vague shapes and figures, that, half-seen loomLike the carven prows of proud, far-triumphing ships --And the firelight wavers and changes about the room,As the three logs crackle and burn with a small still sound;Half-blotting with dark the deeper dark of her hair,Where she lies, head pillowed on arm, and one hand curved roundTo shield the white face and neck from the faint thin glare.Gently she breathes -- and the long limbs lie at ease,And the rise and fall of the young, slim, virginal breastIs as certain-sweet as the march of slow wind through trees,Or the great soft passage of clouds in a sky at rest.I kneel, and our arms enlace, and we kiss long, long.I am drowned in her...
Stephen Vincent Benét
Sweet Charmer.[1]
("L'aube naît et ta porte est close.")[XXIII., February, 18 - .]Though heaven's gate of light uncloses,Thou stirr'st not - thou'rt laid to rest,Waking are thy sister roses,One only dreamest on thy breast. Hear me, sweet dreamer! Tell me all thy fears, Trembling in song, But to break in tears.Lo! to greet thee, spirits pressing,Soft music brings the gentle dove,And fair light falleth like a blessing,While my poor heart can bring thee only love.Worship thee, angels love thee, sweet woman?Yes; for that love perfects my soul.None the less of heaven that my heart is human,Blent in one exquisite, harmonious whole.H.B. FARNIE.