love poems for her

Friends of true liberty! arise;
The tyrant-foe's at hand;
The glorious freedom of the skies
Give to our glorious land;
The liberty of light and love—
For such the saints enjoy above.

Enkindle, by the torch of truth,
The love of all that's good;
Let th' aspiring soul of youth
Stand where a Daniel stood;
The moral might, that wreath'd his brow,
Would make ten thousand tyrants bow.

Come forth, ye steadfast moral band!
Who guide true Freedom's car;
Set forth the truth thro' all the land,

Love, oh love, oh careless love
Love, love, oh careless love
You have caused me to weep
You have caused me to moan
You have caused me to leave my happy home

Don't never drive a stranger from your door
Don't never drive a stranger from your door
It may be your best friend knocking
At your door
It may be your brother: you will never know

Careless love, look how you carried me down
Careless love, look how you carried me down
You caused me to lose my mother
And she's laying in six feet of ground

Yes! 'twas the hour when all my hopes
Seemed idle as the dews that shake
And tremble in their lotus-cups
By deep Tsurugi's lake,—
'Twas then the omen said :
“Fear not! he'll come his own dear love to wed.”

What though my mother bids me flee
Thy fond embrace? No heed I take ;
As pure, as deep my love for thee
As Kiyosumi's lake.
One thought fills all my heart:
When wilt thou come no more again to part?

Shoals of fish assemble and scatter,
Suddenly there is no trace of them.

The single butterfly comes—
Goes—
Comes—
Returning as though urged by love.

Oh, for 'is heart is like the sea, Ever hopen, brave an'
free, And his girl must lonely be, Till 'is ship comes
back. But if love's the best of all, What can a man befall?
For every girl at all, They all love Jack!

Is there anybody here who loves my Jesus?
Anybody here who loves my Lord?
I want to know if you love my Jesus;
I want to know if you love my Lord.

This world's a wilderness of woe,
So let us all to glory go.
Religion is a blooming rose,
And none but them who feel it know.

When I was blind and could not see,
King Jesus brought the light to me.

When ev'ry star refuses to shine,
I know King Jesus will be mine.

Wert thou by all Affections sought,
And fairer then thou wouldst be thought:
Or had thine Eyes as many Darts
As thou believ'st they shoot at Hearts,
Yet if thy Love were paid to me,
I would not offer mine to thee.

Ide sooner court a Feavers heat,
Then her that owns a Flame as great;
She that my Love will entertain,
Must meet it with no lesse disdain.
For mutual Fires themselves destroy,
And willing Kisses yield no Joy.
I love thee not because alone
Thou canst all Beauty call thine own,

He's dead

the dog won't have to
sleep on his potatoes
any more to keep them
from freezing

he's dead
the old bastard—
He's a bastard because

there's nothing
legitimate in him any
more
he's dead

He's sick-dead


he's
a godforsaken curio
without
any breath in it

He's nothing at all
he's dead

Shrunken up to skin
Put his head on
one chair and his
feet on another and
he'll lie there
like an acrobat—

Love's beaten. He

THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS BY THE OUTER MOAT
OF MY CASTLE OF LOVE, WHILE THE PERILOUS RAIN
SHRIEKS AND BEATS AT THE GRANITE WALLS ,
AT THE DOORS, AT EACH THICK WINDOW-PANE
BUT IN THE KEEP, STILL, STILL, AND DEEP
MY SWEET LOVE WAITS IN IVORY ROOMS :
SHE WEARS NEW SILK FROM FAIRY LOOMS :
OUR LIPS BURN SWEETLY, WITHOUT FEAR :
OUR NEST IS STILL. I HEAR HER SIGH.—
AND WHAT CARE I. IF THE STORM-FLOWER BLOOMS!

I love the little pond to mark at spring
When frogs & toads are croaking round its brink
When blackbirds yellow bills gin first to sing
& green woodpecker rotten trees to clink
I love to see the cattle muse & drink
& water crinkle to the rude march wind
While two ash dotterels flourish on its brink
Bearing key bunches children run to find
& water buttercups they're forced to leave behind.