love poetry

I' LL hang my faery walls with fancies bright;
The air will breathe mysterious harmony,
For I have called a royal company
To meet the lady of my love to-night.
The dreams, my winged servants richly dight,
Are marshalled torch in hand to honour thee;
I wait and hear the moaning of the sea,
And the long thunder roll from height to height.

Who come to meet thee? Time, and Death the King,
And Love, and Love's companions Hope and Fear;
We 'll sit and drink together. Love will sing,

Perchance this is love's autumn? Spring is o'er,
The budding promise of the joy to be,
And summer, bright perfection; yes, but see!
How rich the year, what precious fruit it bore,
How bounteous! Thankfully I count the store,
The golden store of mellow memories
Grown ripe in balmy winds and sunny skies,
The sunny skies that now are bright no more.

And then perchance comes winter at the last,
Tears fall like rain, and, blast on blighting blast,
The storms of gusty fortune beat and blow,

A LAS , I have no tale of love to tell!
No art to weave you words of subtle grace
And limn so lively-true my woeful case
That I be loved because I loved so well;
For, ever as I strove to write there fell
A weight upon my heart, and stayed my hand,
And one sad thought, like touch of magic wand,
Bewitched my fancy with a freezing spell.

O laughing world, laugh on and let me be!
Are you my judge? and shall your mocking eyes
Go peering through my heart, and lightly see
What I have given my very life to hide?

If this indeed be love, when all desire
And every wish and every sense and thought,
And all that eyes have seen or life has taught,
Are fuel all to one consuming fire:
When earthly passion rising from the mire,
And ecstasy come down from heaven on high,
And mortal things, and things that may not die,
Like blended voices in an angel choir
In one concentrate harmony unite:
If this be love, this fiery force which springs
From earth, and rises heavenward pure and bright,
Immortal longing for immortal things;

'T IS so; but now the lord of all delight,
So many years, so many days and hours,
The world to me was all a world of flowers
Of laughter and of love; of warmth and light: —
And in one moment all is turned to night,
Darkness and cold: — my broken spirit cowers
Beneath your will, inexorable powers, —
The blind decrees of your remorseless might.

Stern answer made the voices of the earth:
" We gave and asked no thanks: the gifts we gave
Of beauty and of splendour, love and mirth,
Were ours to give, are ours to take away:

You stole my love; fie upon ye, fie,
You stole my love, fie, fie a.
Guessed you but what a pain it is to prove,
You for your love would die a;
And henceforth never longer
Be such a crafty wronger:
But when deceit takes such a fall,
Then farewell sly devise and all.
You stole my love; fie upon ye, fie.
You stole my love, fie, fie a.

You that seek to sunder love,
Learn a lesson ere you go;
And as others pains do prove,
So abide yourselves like woe.
For I find, and you shall feel
Self same turn of Fortune's wheel:
Then if wrong be repaid,
Say deserved mends is made.

Love quickly would the World unite,
In ev'ry Breast erect its Throne,
Mankind to solid Joys invite,
Joys to poor Mortals now unknown.
Friendship would then no Traffick prove;
But, by much nobler Precepts taught,
All like th' Angelick Forms above,
Would be one Soul, one Mind, one Thought:
To them 'twould then uneasie grow,
To them a Self-denial be,
The smallest Disrespect to show,

LOVER .

Come , Bacchus, come! so may the mystic vine
And verdant ivy round thy temples twine!
My pains, the anguish I endure, remove:
Oft hast thou vanquish'd the fierce pangs of love.
Haste, boy; with old Falernian crown the bowl;
In the gay cordial let me drench my soul.
Hence, gloomy care! I give you to the wind:
The god of fancy frolics in my mind.
My dear companions! favour my design;
Let's drown our senses all in rosy wine!

COMPANION .

I WANDERED out awhile agone,
And went I knew not whither;
But there do beauties, many a one,
Resort, and meet together;
And Cupid's power will there be shown,
If ever you come thither.

For, like two suns, two beauties bright,
I shining saw together;
And, tempted by their double light,
My eyes I fixed on either:
Till both at once so thralled my sight,
I loved and knew not whether.

Such equal sweetness Venus gave,
That I preferred not either;
And when for love I thought to crave,