Surprised by joy–impatient as the Wind I turned to share the transport–O! with whom …But Thee, deep buried in the silent tomb, That spot which no vicissitude can find? Love, faithful love, recall’d thee to my mind– …But how could I forget thee? Through what power, …Even for the leastRead More →
Why art thou silent! Is thy love a plant Of such weak fibre that the treacherous air Of absence withers what was once so fair? Is there no debt to pay, no boon to grant? Yet have my thoughts for thee been vigilant— Bound to thy service with unceasing care,Read More →
‘Twas a new feeling – something more Than we had dared to own before, Which then we hid not; We saw it in each other’s eye, And wished, in every half-breathed sigh, To speak, but did not. She felt my lips’ impassioned touch – ‘Twas the first time I daredRead More →
How sweet the answer Echo makes To Music at night When, roused by lute or horn, she wakes, And far away o’er lawns and lakes Goes answering light! Yet Love hath echoes truer far And far more sweet Than e’er, beneath the moonlight’s star, Of horn or lute or softRead More →
Jenny kissed me when we met, Jumping from the chair she sat in. Time, you thief! who love to get Sweets into your list, put that in. Say I’m weary, say I’m sad; Say that health and wealth have missed me; Say I’m growing old, but add — Jenny kissedRead More →
She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that ‘s best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow’d to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies. One shade the more, one ray the less, HadRead More →
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the Ocean, The winds of Heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and mingle. Why not I with thine? – See the mountainsRead More →
One word is too often profaned For me to profane it, One feeling too falsely disdain’d For thee to disdain it. One hope is too like despair For prudence to smother, And pity from thee more dear Than that from another. I can give not what men call love; ButRead More →
I ne’er was struck before that hour With love so sudden and so sweet, Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower And stole my heart away complete. My face turned pale as deadly pale. My legs refused to walk away, And when she looked, what could I ail? MyRead More →
This living hand, now warm and capable Of earnest grasping, would, if it were cold And in the icy silence of the tomb, So haunt thy days and chill thy dreaming nights That thou wouldst wish thine own heart dry of blood So in my veins red life might streamRead More →
