I still recall the wondrous moment When you appeared before my eyes, Just like a fleeting apparition, Just like pure beauty’s distillation. When’er I languished in the throes of hopeless grief Amid the troubles of life’s vanity, Your sweet voice lingered on in me, Your dear face came to meRead More →
I loved you; even now I may confess, Some embers of my love their fire retain; But do not let it cause you more distress, I do not want to sadden you again. Hopeless and tonguetied, yet I loved you dearly With pangs the jealous and the timid know; SoRead More →
Love has its own instinct. It knows how to find the road to The heart just as the weakest insect moves towards its Flower by an irresistible will which fears nothing. ~ Honore de BalzacRead More →
On being asked, Whence is the flower? In May, when sea-winds pierced our solitudes, I found the fresh Rhodora in the woods, Spreading its leafless blooms in a damp nook, To please the desert and the sluggish brook. The purple petals, fallen in the pool, Made the black water withRead More →
Love at the closing of our days is apprehensive and very tender. Glow brighter, brighter, farewell rays of one last love in its evening splendor. Blue shade takes half the world away: through western clouds alone some light is slanted. O tarry, O tarry, declining day, enchantment, let me stayRead More →
If thou must love me, let it be for nought Except for love’s sake only. Do not say, “I love her for her smile — her look — her way Of speaking gently — for a trick of thought That falls in well with mine, and brings A sense ofRead More →
It is the miller’s daughter, And she is grown so dear, so dear, That I would be the jewel That trembles in her ear: For hid in ringlets day and night, I’d touch her neck so warm and white. And I would be the girdle About her dainty dainty waist,Read More →
“Come down, O maid, from yonder mountain height: What pleasure lives in height (the shepherd sang) In height and cold, the splendour of the hills? But cease to move so near the Heavens, and cease To glide a sunbeam by the blasted Pine, To sit a star upon the sparklingRead More →
A book of Verses underneath the Bough, A Jug of Wine, a Loaf of Bread – and Thou Beside me singing in the Wilderness – O, Wilderness were Paradise enow! ~ Edward FitzgeraldRead More →
It was many and many a year ago In this kingdom by the sea That a maiden there lived whom you may know By the name of Annabel Lee; And this maiden she lived with no other thought Than to love and be loved by me. I was a child,Read More →
