love poems for her

" No, not so lonely now — I love
A forest maiden; she is mine
And on Sierra's slopes of pine,
The vines below, the snows above,
A solitary lodge is set
Within a fringe of water'd firs;
And there my wigwam fires burn,
Fed by a round brown patient hand,
That small brown faithful hand of hers
That never rests till my return.
The yellow smoke is rising yet;
Tiptoe, and see it where you stand
Lift like a column from the land.

" There are no sea-gems in her hair,
No jewels fret her dimpled hands,

Oh, what shall lift the night,
The lightning or the moon?
There is no other light,
The day is gone too soon.

The lightning with his flash
An instant and no more,
Is as an angel's lash
Smiting the dusk-loved shore.

The moon with trembling light
From her pale shell of sleep
Shall kindlier break the night
Of yon thick clouds that weep.

D ESCEND , Thou mild, pacific D OVE
Thine Image on our Hearts impress;
Transform our Passions all to Love,
And sooth our Discords into Peace.

In Arms of warm Benevolence,
Teach us t' embrace all Human Kind;
And like the Sun, around dispense
The Wishes of a gen'rous Mind.

We are but Parts of one great Whole,
And may our Hearts, enlarg'd, exult
To scatter Bliss from Pole to Pole,
And still the Gen'ral Good consult!

LET Others let their Passions rove
Round all the Earth, from Shore to
Since J ESUS is my Friend and Love,
My utmost Wish can grasp no more.

His Glories have allur'd my Eye,
And into Love transform'd my Heart;
To Him my tender'st Passions fly;
J ESUS ! nor shall they e'er depart.

Upon His Friendship I rely.
Still of His tender Care secure;
My Wants are all before His Eye!
Nor can they overcome His Power.

His Presence fills unbounded Space;
My heav'nly Friend is always nigh:

Earth, sad earth, thou roamest
Through the day and night;
Weary with the darkness,
Weary with the light.

Clouds of hanging judgment,
And the cloud that weeps for me,
Swell above the mountain,
Strive above the sea.

But, sad earth, thou knowest
All my love for thee;
Therefore thou dost welcome
The cloud that weeps for me.

What I had seen a far-away white cloud
So long, had grown a mountain by the morn;
A thousand torrents at its feet were loud,
And rolled one volume o'er its lowest horn,

Which gloried like one whitened wave of sea;
And far above the mountain crags were pitched,
Like a white mocking hand which beckoned me
In gesture, answered by the boat's prow twitched.

Back o'er the lake, leaving me standing there
Alone upon the taunting mountain shore:
Now for my life, methought; and first my care

I.

T HEE , Great Incarnate Godhead, Thee
Th' Almighty Father's equal Progeny,
Thee, J ESUS ! dear and venerable Name,
Partaker of our frail Humanity,
Thee shall my Voice, my Harp, my Muse and Quill proclaim.

II.

Wake my Harp! melodious sing
On each sweetly-sounding String
Th' illustrious Conquests of the Saviour-King;

Conjugal Love my joyful Heart inspires,
And warms a languid Muse with active Fires
The pleasing Impulse the glad Muse obeys;
And as a pious Monument of Praise,
Grateful she consecrates these humble Lays.
Nor can she stray in trackless Wilds unknown;
Since to describe the Bliss, I need but tell my own.

 But hence! far hence! ye wild lascivious Fires:
To purer Themes the modest Muse aspires,
Hence banish'd, to your native Hell return!
There with your loose degen'rate Bards to mourn;

Frosts of an hour! Fruits of a season!
Who foresees them? Slain in a day,
The loves of a lustrum. Who shall say
The heart has sense or the soul has reason?
... One not knowing and one not caring.
... Leaves in their pathway. Let them part;
She with the gifts of a gracious bearing,
He with the pangs of a passionate heart.

In the place where the grizzly reposes,
Under peaks where a right is a wrong,
I have memories richer than roses,
Sweet echoes more sweet than a song;
Sounds sweet as the voice of a singer
Made sacred with sorrows unsaid,
And a love that implores me to linger
For the love of dead days and their dead.
But I turn, throwing kisses, returning
To strife and to turbulent men,
As to learn to be wise, as unlearning
All things that were manliest then.