I see you, Juliet, still, with your straw hat Loaded with vines, and with your dear pale face, On which those thirty years so lightly sat, And the white outline of your muslin dress. You wore a little fichu trimmed with lace And crossed in front, as was the fashionRead More →
Woman much missed, how you call to me, call to me, Saying that now you are not as you were When you had changed from the one who was all to me, But as at first, when our day was fair. Can it be you that I hear? Let meRead More →
So sweet love seemed that April morn, When first we kissed beside the thorn, So strangely sweet, it was not strange, We thought love could never change. ~ Robert BridgesRead More →
The night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of a bright world dies When day is done. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; Yet the light of a whole life dies When love is done. ~ The Night HasRead More →
The hunchèd camels of the night Trouble the bright And silver waters of the moon. The Maiden of the Morn will soon Through Heaven stray and sing, Star gathering. Now while the dark about our loves is strewn, Light of my dark, blood of my heart, O come! And nightRead More →
My heart was winter-bound until I heard you sing; O voice of Love, hush not, but fill My life with Spring! My hopes were homeless things before I saw your eyes; O smile of Love, close not the door To paradise! My dreams were bitter once, and then I foundRead More →
Strange Power, I know not what thou art, Murderer or mistress of my heart. I know I’d rather meet the blow Of my most unrelenting foe Than live—as now I live—to be Slain twenty times a day by thee. Yet, when I would command thee hence, Thou mockest at theRead More →
All things uncomely and broken, all things worn-out and old, The cry of a child by the roadway, the creak of a lumbering cart, The heavy steps of the ploughman, splashing the wintry mould, Are wronging your image that blossoms a rose in the deeps of my heart. The wrongRead More →
When you are old and gray and full of sleep, And nodding by the fire, take down this book, And slowly read, and dream of the soft look Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; How many loved your moments of glad grace, And loved your beauty withRead More →
You glow in my heart Like the flames of uncounted candles. But when I go to warm my hands, My clumsiness overturns the light And then I stumble Against the tables and chairs. ~ Amy LowellRead More →
