poems about love

Love, whose light thrills heaven and earth,
Smiles and weeps upon thy birth,
Child, whose mother's love-lit eyes
Watch thee but from Paradise.
Sweetest sight that earth can give,
Sweetest light of eyes that live,
Ours must needs, for hope withdrawn,
Hail with tears thy soft spring dawn.
Light of hope whose star hath set,
Light of love whose sun lives yet,
Holier, happier, heavenlier love
Breathes about thee, burns above,
Surely, sweet, than ours can be,
Shed from eyes we may not see,

I

Love, loyallest and lordliest born of things,
Immortal that shouldst be, though all else end,
In plighted hearts of fearless friend with friend,
Whose hand may curb or clip thy plume-plucked wings?
Not grief's nor time's: though these be lords and kings
Crowned, and their yoke bid vassal passions bend,
They may not pierce the spirit of sense, or blend
Quick poison with the soul's live watersprings

I

Queen, for whose house my fathers fought,
With hopes that rose and fell,
Red star of boyhood's fiery thought,
Farewell.

They gave their lives, and I, my queen,
Have given you of my life,
Seeing your brave star burn high between
Men's strife.

The strife that lightened round their spears
Long since fell still: so long

O had we ne'er looed one anither
We had neer been curs'd togither
Never shunned and never hated
Had we never been created

Woman in her own true nature
Is a fair and lovely creature
Man a savage from the wild
But when loved a very child

Had they ne'er been put togither
They'd ne'er slighted ane anither
Rift and scar[r]ed like clouds o' thunder
Now they're lost and lone asunder

Lost in crowds and lone togither
Love says love ye one anither
Love's anither name for sorrow

My ain heart love is thine
If I'd the mair to spare
Love thoughts are pure as heaven divine
They're Truth and naething mair
And thine is truth or has been sae
Till parting made us twain
The spring that makes the grasses grow
Will sure come green again

Thy voice will come a shorter way
Than e'er it did of yore
For we've been married many a day
And coyness now is o'er
Ive wiped the gold dust frae thy shoe
As we clomb the King Cup hill
And brush'd thy new gown often too
And I felt no kind of ill —

My love is like the Gilliflower
I planted by mysell
My love is like a Willowflower
A blossom wi'out smell

2

How sweet and very fair my love
Like diamonds are her eyes
Like dew drops sparkling from above
That on the white rose lies

3

Her cheeks are like the Red rose tree
Her bosom like the white
Her thoughts from Heaven surely be

My love is like the white thorn tree
When its leaves are blown away
His cheeks are red as haw berry
His dress is never gay

2

My love is like the Bramble bushes
Whose leaves lie on the ground
While hes sitting on the rushes
His looks have power to wound

3

His dress — that does not make the man
In one dress all the year
Wi coarse smock frock as brown as tan

Oh come i' the evening my own pretty dove
When the dews o' the Heaven cool the fever o' love
When the day stars o daiseys shut up in green buds
And the eyes o' Anemones close i' the woods —

2

Come love in thy airy straw hat and new gown
And we'll ramble at even away from the town
We'll ramble away by the hawthorn and briar
Where the waggon ruts lead to the woods free from mire

3

O jilting love thy sunny eyes
Gleam oer each gloomy token
Of cheeks made pale with dreary sighs
Hearts frownd upon & broken

The white thorn is budding and rushes are green
The Ivy leaves rustle around the ash tree
On the sweet sunny bank blue violets are seen
That tremble beneath the wild hum of the bee
The sun beams they play on the brooks plashy ripples
Like millions o' suns in each swirl looping on
The rush nods and bows till its tassel'd head tipples
Right into the whimpled flood kissing the stones

2

'Twas down in the cowpasture just at the gloaming
I met a young woman sweet tempered and mild