love poems

When you are very old, at evening
You'll sit and spin beside the fire, and say,
Humming my songs, "Ah well, ah well-a-day.
When I was young, of me did Ronsard sing."
None of your maidens that doth hear the thing,
Albeit with her weary task foredone,
But wakens at my name, and calls you one
Blest, to be held in long remembering.

I shall be low beneath the earth, and laid
On sleep, a phantom in the myrtle shade,
While you beside the fire, a grandame gray,
My love, your pride, remember and regret;

Wenn zwei von einander scheiden

When two who love are parted,
They talk, as friend to friend,
Clasp hands and weep a little,
And sigh without an end.

We did not weep, my darling,
Nor sigh " Why must this be . . . "
The tears, the sighs, the anguish
Came later — and to me.

When the moon's splendour shines in naked heaven,
Stand thou and gaze beneath the open sky.
See how that radiance from her lamp is riven,
And in one splendour foldeth gloriously
Two that have loved, and now divided far,
Bound by love's bond, in heart together are.
What though thy lover's eyes in vain desire thee,
Seek for love's face, and find that face denied?
Let that light be between us for a token;
Take this poor verse that love and faith inscribe.
Love, art thou true? and fast love's chain about thee?

VERSE

When the little bluebird,
Who has never said a word,
Starts to sing " Spring, spring, "
When the little bluebell,
In the bottom of the dell,
Starts to ring " Ding, ding, "
When the little blue clerk,
In the middle of his work,
Starts a tune to the moon up above,
It is nature, that's all,
Simply telling us to fall
In love.

REFRAIN 1

And that's why Chinks do it, Japs do it,
Up in Lapland, little Lapps do it,

When the heavens with stars are gleaming
Like a diadem of light,
And the moon's pale rays are streaming,
Decking earth with radiance bright;
When the autumn's winds are sighing,
O'er the hill and o'er the lea,
When the summer time is dying,
Wanderer, wilt thou think of me?

When thy life is crowned with gladness.
And thy home with love is blest,
Not one brow o'ercast with sadness,
Not one bosom of unrest —
When at eventide reclining,
At thy hearthstone gay and free,

W HEN LOVE Had strove
Us to subdue,
Whose Crime
With Time
Still bolder grew;
Though Ye
Said He
Will still
Rebell
Yet I
Reveng'd will bee,
Sufficientlie
Upon my Selfe for You, and die.

When L OVE
Was wove
And ty'd about
His Crosse
So close

" W HAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love, "
— Unless it be to pain us?
Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love
— Whan ye say the sea maun twain us? "

" It's no because my love is light,
— Nor for your angry deddy;
It's a' to buy ye pearlins bright,
— An' to busk ye like a leddy. "

" O Willy, I can caird an' spin,
— Sae ne'er can want for cleedin';
An' gin I hae my Willy's heart,
— I hae a' the pearls I'm heedin'.

" Will it be time to praise this cheek
— Whan years an' tears hae blenched it?

Lover
Weep not, nor backward turn your beams,
Fond eyes; sad sighs, lock in your breath,
Lest on this wind, or in those streams,
My grieved soul fly or sail to death.
Fortune destroys me if I stay,
Love kills me if I go away:
Since Love and Fortune both are blind,
Come, Reason, and resolve my doubtful mind.
Reason

Fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide,
And gainst the blinder god rebel:
Thy lovesick heart shall not reside
Where Scorn and self-willed Error dwell,
Where entrance unto Truth is barred,

Hide thou thy face in clouds and mysteries
Wield as thou wilt thy power that makes and mars
But hear, that in thy roaring wheel of stars
One atom dares to love thee ere it dies.

Do I say no-one has loved as I love?
I believe thousands have loved as I love
And if thousands have loved a thousand times more than I love
Why so much the better.