love poetry

Love's memories haunt my footsteps still
Like ceaseless flowings of the river
Its mystic depths say what can fill?
Sad disappointment waits for ever.

Love on a day (wise poets tell)
Some time in wrangling spent,
Whether the violets should excel,
Or she, in sweetest scent.

But Venus having lost the day,
Poor girls, she fell on you
And beat you so, (as some dare say)
Her blows did make you blue.

Love brought me to a silent Grove,
And shew'd me there a Tree,
Where some had hang'd themselves for love,
And gave a Twist to me.

The Halter was of silk, and gold,
That he reacht forth unto me:
No otherwise, then if he would
By dainty things undo me.

He bade me then that Neck-lace use;
And told me too, he maketh
A glorious end by such a Noose,
His Death for Love that taketh.

'Twas but a dream; but had I been
There really alone;
My desp'rate feares, in love, had seen

VERSE

You, sons of Adam,
You, daughters of Eve,
The time has come
To take your love-torn hearts
Off your sleeve.
Look, look about you,
What do you see?
Love-sick, love-lorn,
Love-wrecked, love-worn
Boo-hoo-manity.
There'll be no peace on earth
Until this curse
Is wiped off from this love-mad universe.
Are we mice or men?
Can't you see the light?
Come you fellow victims,
Let's unite.

REFRAIN

Down with love,

As if the flow of the waters
From the triple streams of heavenly showers
So the sacred Ao of the eighth heavens
Whose flames have scorched the land.

Chorus:
Should our hearts' love be restored
And our rights be ours once more
Then will our sacred beloved shoals of Kane
Be the firm foundation of the land.

The heavens expand and bestow
Her beauteous crownlets free

A lover is a slender, glowing urn
On beauty's shrine, his heart is incense sweet,
Which with his eye-lit torch young love doth burn;
Then from its ardor cloudy ringlets fleet,
That we call sighs, and they with perfume turn
Upwards, his mistress' whisperings to meet.
The breezy whispers and the sighs embrace,
Like pink-winged clouds mixing above the hill,
And from their lovely toyings spring a race
Of tears, which saunter down in cheek-banked rill,
Silvering with sparkling coil the fair one's face;

A lovely rose is sprung,
Out of a tender root,
As men of old have sung,
From Jesse's stem a shoot.
And so a flower bright
Has bloomed in coldest winter
E'en in the deepest night.

The little rose I mean
Whereof Isaiah told,
Pure Mary, maid serene
Brought forth alone — behold:
Through God's eternal might
A little child she bore us
E'en in the deepest night.

Lovely lady, rein thy will,
Let my words a warning be,
Bid thy longing heart be still.
Wed no man. Remember me.

If my counsel like thee not,
Winsome beauty, bright of blee,
Thou knows't not what deeds I've wrought.
Wed no man. Remember me.

If thou knows't not they are clay:
That slim form eyes may not see,
That round breast silk hides away.
Wed no man. Remember me.

Keep my counsel lest thou slip.
If love or hate men offer thee,
Hide thy heart and hoard thy lip.
Wed no man. Remember me.

Love winged my hopes and taught me how to fly.
Far from base earth, but not to mount too high.
For true pleasure
Lives in measure,
Which, if men forsake,
Blinded they into folly run, and grief for pleasure take.

But my vain hopes, proud of their new-taught flight,
Enamored, sought to woo the sun's fair light,
Whose rich brightness
Moved their lightness
To aspire so high,
That, all scorched and consumed with fire, now drowned in woe they lie.

And none but Love their woeful hap did rue;

Love thy God and love Him only:
And thy breast will ne'er be lonely.
In that one great Spirit meet
All things mighty, grave and sweet.
Vainly strives the soul to mingle
With a being of our kind:
Vainly heart with our hearts are twined.
For the deepest still is single.
An impalpable resistance
Holds like nature's still at distance.
Mortal! Love that Holy One!
Or dwell for aye alone.