love poetry

If this jewel thread of life
is to break, let it break:
living on
would be to endure
love's torment alone.

Not fleeting drops
of dew nor tears will pause:
winds of autumn
sweep the dwelling
loved by one now gone.

Though I try to hide them,
my countenance betrays
my feelings:
now everyone is asking
" Are you in love? "

" He is in love! " they say,
my name so quickly
rumored abroad,
though in secret
did I first long for you.

Thou God of love, thou ever blest!
Pity my suff'ring state;
When wilt thou set my soul at rest
From men of cruel hate?

Hard lot of mine! my days are cast
Among the sons of strife,
Whose never-ceasing insults waste
My golden hours of life.

Oh! might I fly to change my place,
How would I choose to dwell
In some wide, lonesome wilderness,
And leave these gates of hell!

Peace is the blessing that I seek:
How lovely are its charms!
I am for peace; but, when I speak,

I'll not die of love
but go on living, it seems,
a grain of sand
floating on the foam
when the tide comes in

Here I thought I was
a big man,
hardly smaller than
earth and heaven —
and yet in love my courage fails

Let me die now,
love,
for in love
not one night, not one day
of peace is mine!

When I love her
so much,
can I watch her pass by
like any other person,
not take her in my arms?

If I buy a horse,
you must go on foot, love —
Let it be!
Though we walk on stones,
you and I will go together!