Category: Poetry

Love's Old Sweet Song A sheaf of latter-day love-poems gathered from many sources

_Yet, past or present, who the power would banish That charms or blights, that blesses or that mars: To happy lovers, how may Love e’er vanish,-- To hearts forlorn, how hallowed are his scars!_

Chapters

4. Part 4

O knight, if thou a lady hast, Gentle and loving, high and true, Cling to her, live for her, die for her, too, Swerve not from her while life shall last-- O knight, if thou a la...

6. Part 6

Nay, what if his footsteps slide By the swaying bridge of pine, And whirled seaward by the tide Is the loved form I counted mine! O night, dear night, that comest yet dost not c...

8. Part 8

I think not of time that is flying, How short is the hour I have won, How near is this living to dying, How the shadow still follows the sun; There is naught upon earth, no desi...

7. Part 7

God above Gods, High and Eternal King, To whom the spheral symphonies do sing, I find no whither from thy power to flee, Save in thy pinions vast o’ershadowing. Thou art my Lord...

2. Part 2

My days are full of pleasant memories Of all those women sweet Whom I have known! How tenderly their eyes Flash thro’ the days--too fleet!-- Which long ago went by with sun and...

3. Part 3

There’s a white rose leaf-cloistered in heavy noon-hush, And no eyes but the stars tempt its pale face to blush, In that wilderness garden where, shut from day’s beam, Fall its...

5. Part 5

The little gate was reached at last, Half hid in lilacs down the lane; She pushed it wide, and, as she past, A wistful look she backward cast, And said,--“_Auf wiedersehen!_”

9. Part 9

It is over now, she is gone to rest; I have clasped the hands on the quiet breast; Draw back the curtain, let in the light, She will never shrink if it be too bright.

1. Part 1

_Yet, past or present, who the power would banish That charms or blights, that blesses or that mars: To happy lovers, how may Love e’er vanish,-- To hearts forlorn, how hallowed...

10. Part 10