Category: Poetry
Teach me to love thee as a man, in prayer, May love the picture of a sainted nun, And I will woo thee, when the day is done, With tears and vows, and fealty past compare, And seek the sunlight in thy golden hair, And kiss thy hand to claim thy benison.
Now have I reach'd the goal of my desire, For thou hast sworn--as sweetly as a bell Makes out its chime--the oath I love to tell, The fealty-oath of which I never tire. The lord...
6. LETTER VI.I am undone. My hopes have beggar'd me, For I have lov'd where loving was denied. To-day is dark, and Yesterday has died, And when To-morrow comes, erect and free, Like some gre...
4. LETTER IV.The earth is glad, I know, when night is spent, For then she wakes the birdlings in the bowers; And, one by one, the rosy-footed hours Start for the race; and from his crimson t...
3. LETTER III.When I did wake, to-day, a bird of Heaven, A wanton, woeless thing, a wandering sprite, Did seem to sing a song for my delight; And, far away, did make its holy steven Sweeter t...
8. LETTER VIII.Yes, I will tell thee what, a week ago, I dreamt of thee, and all the joy therein Which I conceiv'd, and all the holy din Of throbbing music, which appear'd to flow From room to...
2. LETTER II.Yes, I was mad. I know it. I was mad. For there is madness in the looks of love; And he who frights a tender, brooding dove Is not more base than I, and not so sad; For I had ki...
5. LETTER V.O Lady mine! O Lady of my Life! Mine and not mine, a being of the sky Turn'd into Woman, and I know not why-- Is't well, bethink thee, to maintain a strife With thy poor servant...
9. LETTER IX.O Love! O Love! O Gateway of Delight! Thou porch of peace, thou pageant of the prime Of all God's creatures! I am here to climb Thine upward steps, and daily and by night To gaz...
1. LETTER I.Teach me to love thee as a man, in prayer, May love the picture of a sainted nun, And I will woo thee, when the day is done, With tears and vows, and fealty past compare, And se...
11. LETTER XI.Now will I sing to God a song of praise, And thank the morning for the light it brings, Aye! and the earth for every flower that springs, And every tree that, in the jocund days...
7. LETTER VII.O tears of mine! Ye start I know not why, Unless, indeed, to prove that I am glad, Albeit fast wedded to a thought so sad I scarce can deem that my despair will die, Or that the...
10. LETTER X.I walk again beside the roaring sea, And once again I harken to the speech Of waves exulting on the madden'd beach. A sound of awful joy it seems to me, A shuddering sound of Go...