love poems

I stood and watched the wild C HAUDIERE ,
Its waters to the cauldron leaping,
When in my mind awoke the fair
Whose spirit in my heart was sleeping.
" Behold! " I said, " how swift and strong
The current strikes the foaming basin!
So in my heart, for thee, love's song
Hymns its eternal diapason.

" And as you clouds of vapor roll
Above the seething foam to heaven,
So floats love's incense up my soul,
To God, for thee, at morn and even.
The iris, blushing far below
The bosom of the bounding river,

In happier hours, Love's star was beaming
About my path by day and night,
Ev'n when my mind was wrapped in dreaming,
I felt the fervor of its light.
And when my soul was dark with sorrow,
Its brightness quenched in mental pain,
I looked with hope towards the morrow,
For I knew that star would shine again.

But now, the hours are sad and dreary,
Love from my heavenward path is flown,
And Hope is crushed, and I am weary
In living for myself alone:
No guiding star to cheer me onward,

An eye where love with laughter twinkles,
And songs on kisses still insistent,
Blended with graying hair and wrinkles,
To you, my child, seem inconsistent?

In fact, you think such conduct shocking?
The old should mind their souls and purses?
Ah, youthful blood, refrain from mocking
Till you can only kiss in verses.

Wrath is a wrinkled hag, hell-born,
Her heart is hate, her soul is scorn,
Blinded with blood, she can not see
To do a deed of charity.

Love is a maiden young and fair,
She kissed the brow of dumb despair
Till comfort came; ah, love is she,
Whose other name is Charity.

I dreamed I met thee, with the glow
Of Girlhood fresh upon thy cheek,
As when thy voice, serene and low,
In love's undying tones did speak;
And through my heart, and to my brain,
Rushed life's warm current wildly-free,
As memory brought back again
My Boyhood's earnest love for thee.

'Twas midst a gay and brilliant throng,
Where dancers glided to and fro,
And where the wild, impassioned song,
Brought to each eye love's burning glow;
But we had strayed apart from all
The gayer spirits that had met —

It is not that I hate mankind
Or their pursuits at all.
I love them every one, but find
My own the best of all.

Society of man is sweet,
Of woman even sweeter,
With varied interest replete,
Only my own repleter.

For discipline I must deny
Myself myself sometimes;
But I return with luxury
To books and thought and rhymes.

A SUNSHINE heart,
And a soul of song,
Love for hate,
And right for wrong;
Softly speak to the weak,
Help them along,
A sunshine heart,
And a soul of song.

A sunshine heart,
And a soul of song,
What though about thee
Foemen throng?
All the day, on thy way,
Be thou strong;
A sunshine heart,
And a soul of song.

With burning brain and heart of hate,
I sought my wronger, early, late,
And all the wretched night and day
My dream and thought was slay, and slay.

My better self rose uppermost,
The beast within my bosom lost
Itself in love; peace from afar
Shone o'er me radiant like a star.

I slew my wronger with a deed,
A deed of love; I made him bleed
With kindnesses, I filled for years
His soul with tenderness and tears.

Love is hot, and love is cold,
Love is gentle, love is bold,
Love can perish in a day,
O and love can last alway;
Love hath rived my heart in twain,
Love hath healed the hurt again,
O sweet Love!

Love is heaven, love is hell,
A dream, a truth, a miracle;
Love doth ripple like a rill,
Love can roar the torrent still;
How can weakling words portray,
That which over all hath sway,

Oh! solitary heart!
Companionless as the unresting sea;
And yet, how skilled thou art
In Love's impenetrable mystery!

Like a coy maid,
Whose love and virtue are her only dower,
Thou seemest half afraid
Of thy exhaustless and well-governed power.

Thy love is too serene,
Exalted, and immortal, to be felt,
Even by thy chosen queen,