love poetry

How can I reach you? Though I hold you close the essential you escapes me; I cannot pierce to the core of your being .
Though I have given you all myself, what have I gained? Only my own happiness, not yours — so much more precious. Can I be glad seeing the life-weariness in your eyes?
What do you seek from me? Oblivion? Ask it of death, not of me. Happiness? I can only give you happiness if your love is great enough to create it .
To be loved is nothing; to receive is nothing. If you seek happiness, love and give .

They are not all sweet nightingales
That fill with songs the flowery vales;
But they are little silver bells,
Touched by the winds in the smiling dells;
Magic bells of gold in the grove,
Forming a chorus for her I love.

Think not the voices in the air
Are from the winged Sirens fair,
Playing among the dewy trees
Chanting their morning mysteries;
Oh! if you listen, delighted there,
To their music scattered o'er the dales,
They are not all sweet nightingales , etc.

Oh! 'twas a lovely song — of art

He who is both brave and bold
Wins the lady that he would;
But the courageless and cold
Never did and never could.

Modesty in women's game
Is a wide and shielding veil;
They are tutored to conceal
Passion's fiercely burning flame.
He who serves them brave and bold,
He alone is understood;
But the courageless and cold
Ne'er could win and never should.

If you love a lady bright,
Seek, and you shall find a way;
All that love would say — to say,
If you watch the occasion right,

May Love call the Muses, and the Muses bring Love; and may the Muses ever give me song at my desire, dear melodious song, the sweetest physic in the world.

Happy are lovers when their love is requited. Theseus, for all he found Hades at the last implacable, was happy because Perithoüs went with him; and happy Orestes among the cruel Inhospitables, because Pylades had chosen to share his wanderings; happy also lived Achilles Aeacid while his dear comrade was alive, and died happy, seeing he so avenged his dreadful fate.

The F IRST L OVE -P OEM

Let the hills talk in Wessex,
in Wessex if they have seen
go riding, go riding
My Lady, my Queen.

" In what guise went she? "
She is both tall and pale,
and she doth ride the Wessex hillside
on a White Horse over the Vale.

The hills are dumb in Wessex
With their grief and mine,
for the Queen is gone into captivity
and we look for a sign.

The Queen has gone into captivity
and the world is very wrong,
for the hands of her sons are weakened
and only slaves are strong.

When I am near my dearest love,
My heart is lifted high;
I'm rich, all reckoning above,
The whole world I could buy.

But when from her I must be gone,
Nor feel her fond caress;
Then all my fancied wealth is flown,
I'm poor to wretchedness.

or, LOVE AND THE UNION

A shearer came to a Queensland shed, when most of the sheds were full;
He'd tramped and tramped till his hope was dead, and never got hands in wool.
He'd stuck to the Union, hard and fast, with no one to understand
How his heart had longed, as the weeks dragged past, for his love and his Maoriland.

" Fern and tussock and flax; range and river and sea.
A strain on my heart that will never relax — a heart that will never be free.

Lovely sheaphard ope thine eye,
Sleepe is losse when I stand by. E.
Whoes that who does forbid me sleepe
Has the wolfe disperst my sheepe F.
I keepe thy flocks, they feed secure & free
Would I could guard my hart as well from thee
And I grieve to see thy cruelty E.
I blush to heare of love
As yet I have no cares, but can
To my homely oaten reed
Singe prases of great Pan
But loue they say does sorrow breed F.
Peevish Lad canst thou disdaine
y e silver goddesse of the night
When w th all her starry traine