love poems

The upward look and ever anxious eye
Sees love and pleasure in the cool grey sky
And every comfort waiting when we die.

1

Love is life's spring, — the summer of the soul, —
The Eden of earth's happiness, — the spring
Of all on earth that's lovely! — no control
Can hinder its conception: — 'tis the wing
That bears the turtle to its nest in spring; —
It is the mainspring that conducts the whole, —
The eternal anthem which all nature sings,
And woman is of man the life and soul,
As long as earth exists or planets roll! —

2

Of all the maids in scottish land Or lands ayont the sea
Had I the world at my command The world to her I'd gie
I think upon her all the night And all the summers day
My anxious days my whole delight Is lovely Alice Grey

The linnet in the awthorn shade Sings music all the day
And a conspire to cheer the maid Wi' waters roundelay
I play the tunes to please myself And love her while I play
And think she likes my songs as well The lovely Alice Grey

She's fairer than the mountain flowers More bright than peep o' day

And will you ever love me dearest Yes by the heavens above thee
By soul breathed sighs and love sincerest I will for ever love thee
Love words will burn before they're spoken Heart thoughts no tongue can tell
The heart will bleed before its broken And I love Hellen well

As o'er the pebbles flows the water Gilt by the glittering beam
I love thee as earths fairest daughter In many a happy dream
I saw thee in each rushy hollow When rushes arched in dew
And then pursued thee like a swallow Far under heavens blue

The setting sun it gilds wi' gold And village windows blazes now
While beauty's o' the finest mould Walk the green hills grassy brow
The bramble bends wi' drops O' pearl The silver daisy's turn to green
And beautifull the lovely girl That on those lone[l]y hills was seen

Maria beautifull Maria The hum[m]ing bee the glossy fly
From sun set to their homes retire And leave thee to thy evening joy
Beaded wi' dew the zephers wing Blows coolly on thy neck so fair
Perked up thy wild flower blossoms spring And join wi thee the cooler air

" Thou'rt mine Love"

1

Thou'rt mine Love, in gladness;
In sickness, and sorrow;
Oh! — the love of to day,
Shall not change with the morrow,
While the bright mirror'd sky,
Is pourtray'd in the river:
While there's light in thine eye,
Thou'rt mine love for ever.

2

My delight's in thy keeping,
In daylight and gloaming;
I dream of thee sleeping,
And think of thee roaming.
Thou'rt mine love in gladness,
In sickness, and sorrow;
Oh! the smile of to day,

1

Love is a secret;
Like a bird in a shell;
Like a rose ere it blossom,—
All unseen will it dwell.

2

'Tis the kernel of fruits,
The germ of all flowers,
The blaze of the diamond,
The moment of hours.

3

'Tis the star in night's darkness,
The sky in the river,
The soul in mans bosom,—
That wears it for ever.

4

'Tis a word and the dearest,—
Each language has shown;
'Tis a thought the sincerest,
Any tongue has made known.—

5

O come wi' the music o' birds i' the bushes
The songs o' the blackbirds the music o' thrushes
The budding o' white thorn the daisey's i' bloom
My lovely young lassie array thee and come
Come away to the wood side the hedge row and rushes
Where the sweet little birds build their nests in the bushes
Come my lovely Miss Wilson and walk out wi' me
Down the grassy wood side—and the sweet meadow lea

2

The rooks their spring musical noises are making
The cowslips are peeping among grasses green

I love the awthorn well
The first green thing
In woods & hedges — black thorn dell
Dashed with its green first spring
When sallows shine in golden shene
These white thorn places in the black how green.

How beautifully green
Though March has but begun
To tend primroses planted in the sun
The roots thats further in
Are not begun to bud or may be just begun.

I love the white thorn bough
Hung over the mole hill
Where the spring feeding cow
Rubs off the dew drop chill

Tall grows the nettle by the hedgeway side
& bye the old barn end they shade the wall
In sunshine nodding to the angry tide
Of winds that winnows bye — these one & all
Makes up the harmony of Spring — & all
That passes feel a sudden love for flowers
They look so green — & when the soft showers fall
They grow so fast — Dock Burdocks Henbane — all
Who loves not wild flowers bye the old stone wall