love poetry

When first we met and meeting thrilled with love,
Not reasoning, not doubting its true worth,
It seemed at last that life again was good
As in the beginning, when God understood
And made for man a Paradise on earth.

You did not fear or question right or wrong,
You did not weigh the greatness of your giving,
But came to me as innocent, as wise,
As Psyche when she looked in Eros' eyes
And knew that life was love and love was living.

I, too, a god became from love of you,
Plucking the stars to fashion thee a chain,

There's wild joy within my heart,
Hope's sunlight warms my brain,
And my thirsty soul drinks Gladness in,
As the earth drinks summer rain;
Flushed Health is leaping through my veins,
My blood is all aglow,
Each pulse has a loud and a stately beat,
And my thoughts are like the snow.

For Woman's Voice of Love hath burst
Like a meteor on my way,
And I live in smiles, like the Sun's bright Isles,
That bask in Eternal Day.
Life never came to me till now,
But pass'd like a restless dream,

They always called her Love's detective,
Thought her inopportune, but harmless.
She looked at life without perspective,
A dry soul, erudite and charmless.

She had a habit of appearing
Just when four lips were ripe for kissing.
“Excuse me if I'm interfering.”
The mild words sounded like a hissing.

And when at last the bomb exploded
Which rent love like a wind-blown thistle,
They never knew that she had loaded,
And primed, and aimed, and fired the missile.

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.