love poetry

You loved me not at all, but let it go;
I loved you more than life, but let it be.
As the more injured party, this being so,
The hour's amenities are all to me—
The choice of weapons; and I gravely choose
To let the weapons tarnish where they lie;
And spend the night in eloquent abuse
Of senators and popes and such small fry
And meet the morning standing, and at odds
With heaven and earth and hell and any fool
Who calls his soul his own, and all the gods,
And all the children getting dressed for school …

Love me no more, now let the god depart,
If love be grown so bitter to your tongue!
Here is my hand; I bid you from my heart
Fare well, fare very well, be always young.
As for myself, mine was a deeper drouth:
I drank and thirsted still; but I surmise
My kisses now are sand against your mouth,
Teeth in your palm and pennies on your eyes.
Speak but one cruel word, to shame my tears;
Go, but in going, stiffen up my back
To meet the yelping of the mustering years—
Dim, trotting shapes that seldom will attack

You have passed in all the collaterals of love but where is love?
You have brought me love's dresses and love's habits and love's alphabets but have not brought me love,
You have brought me soul's love that forgot the body,
You have brought me body's love that forgot the soul,
But love still waits expecting a complete return
For I, said love, when I take possession of life,
I, too, sing, and sing a song beyond the songs of song,
For I go singing not in words but in shapes and phantoms that give words leave to be.

At Traeth-y-daran the laver-weed grows,
So take your creel, O Madlen mine,
We'll gather it full ere the moon's a-shine
And bear it home from the dripping brine.
By Traeth-y-daran the laver-weed grows:
We'll cook it over the red culm-fire,
And you shall tell me your heart's desire
And I will tell you mine.

At Traeth-y-daran the laver-weed grows:
Your creel, my lass; to the cliff we'll hie
And seek in clefts where the gulls go by
Like dreams of love in a blue, blue eye.

Love, Reason, Hate, did once bespeak
Three mates to play at Barley-break;
Love, Folly took; and Reason, Fancy;
And Hate consorts with Pride; so dance they:
Love coupled last; and so it fell
That Love and Folly were in hell.

They break, and Love would Reason meet,
But Hate was nimbler on her feet;
Fancy looks for Pride, and thither
Hies, and they two hug together:
Yet this new coupling still doth tell
That Love and Folly were in hell.

The rest do break again, and Pride
Hath now got Reason on her side;

If love were but a little thing—
Strange love which, more than all, is great—
One might not such devotion bring,
Early to serve and late:

If love were but a passing breath—
Wild love—which, as God knows, is sweet—
One might not make of life and death
A pillow for love's feet!

I FEEL the shadow on my brow,
The sickness at my heart!
Alas! I look on those I love,
And am so sad to part.

If I could leave my love behind,
Or watch from yonder sky
With holy and enduring care,
I were not loath to die.

But death is terrible to Love:
And yet a love like mine
Trusts in the heaven from whence it came.
And feels it is divine.

Was what you thought love, but passing,
Was it but an idle dream,
But the passion of a moment,
But a bubble on the stream?

Has my lofty ideal fallen,
Do my hopes all shattered lay;
Have I loved once, and then in vain,
Has my idol turned to clay?

Have you won my heart for conquest,
But to cast it off when won;
And to end my bliss so quickly,
When I thought it just begun?

No, I cannot judge you harshly,
Tho' bitter thoughts my heart now fill,
For with all your faults and failings,

Last, Stone, a little yet;
And then this dust forget.
But thou, fair Rose, bloom on.
For she who is gone
Was lovely too; nor would she grieve to be
Sharing in solitude her dreams with thee.

Deaths rude abruptions often comes to part
The closest links that bind the human heart
Love kindred friendship beings all of fate
That like the gorgon knot to seperate
Are cut quite through their close li[n]ks to unchain
Never to join them as a whole again