When I loved you, I can't but allow
I had many an exquisite minute;
But the scorn that I feel for you now
Hath even more luxury in it!

Thus, whether we're on or we're off,
Some witchery seems to await you;
To love you is pleasant enough,
And, oh! 'tis delicious to hate you!

" AS love of native land, " the old man said,
" Er stars and stripes a-wavin' overhead,
Er nearest kith-and-kin, er daily bread,
A Hoosier's love is fer the old homestead. "

What I fancy, I approve,
No Dislike there is in love:
Be my Mistresse short or tall,
And distorted there-withall:
Be she likewise one of those,
That an Acre hath of Nose:
Be her forehead, and her eyes
Full of incongruities:
Be her cheeks so shallow too,
As to shew her Tongue wag through:
Be her lips ill hung, or set,
And her grinders black as jet;
Ha's she thinne haire, hath she none,
She's to me a Paragon .

" W HAREFORE sou'd ye talk o' love, "
— Unless it be to pain us?
Wharefore sou'd ye talk o' love
— Whan ye say the sea maun twain us? "

" It's no because my love is light,
— Nor for your angry deddy;
It's a' to buy ye pearlins bright,
— An' to busk ye like a leddy. "

" O Willy, I can caird an' spin,
— Sae ne'er can want for cleedin';
An' gin I hae my Willy's heart,
— I hae a' the pearls I'm heedin'.

" Will it be time to praise this cheek
— Whan years an' tears hae blenched it?

Lover
Weep not, nor backward turn your beams,
Fond eyes; sad sighs, lock in your breath,
Lest on this wind, or in those streams,
My grieved soul fly or sail to death.
Fortune destroys me if I stay,
Love kills me if I go away:
Since Love and Fortune both are blind,
Come, Reason, and resolve my doubtful mind.
Reason

Fly, and blind Fortune be thy guide,
And gainst the blinder god rebel:
Thy lovesick heart shall not reside
Where Scorn and self-willed Error dwell,
Where entrance unto Truth is barred,

In the beginning was Love
A field from the grey unscaled
A garden out of the field
And out of the garden, Love.

Like to a hind is Love
He ribs the wolds with a share
Earth's gold to the garner to bear
To thresh from the garner, Love.

Like to a builder is Love
He rends the floors of the earth
To light, like a meteor's birth
— A perilous pinnacle, Love.

Day with its sweats is Love,
Love with its dews is sleep,
Love is the nights that creep
And the sun that awakes is Love.

Before labour is Love,

The water sings along our keel,
The wind falls to a whispering breath;
I look into your eyes and feel
No fear of life or death;
So near is love, so far away
The losing strife of yesterday.

We watch the swallow skim and dip;
Some magic bids the world be still;
Life stands with finger upon lip;
Love hath his gentle will;
Though hearts have bled, and tears have burned,
The river floweth unconcerned.

We pray the fickle flag of truce
Still float deceitfully and fair;
Our eyes must love its sweet abuse;

1.

" Wake up, wake up, you drowsy sleeper,
Wake up, wake up, it's almost day;
How can you bear to sleep and slumber
When your own true love is going away? "

2.

" Who's this, who's this at my bedroom window,
Calling so earnestly for me? "
" Lie low, lie low, it's your own true lover;
Awake, arise, and pity me.

3.

" O love, go and ask your mother
If my bride you ever can be;
And if she says no, come back and tell me,
It's the very last time I'll trouble thee. "

4.

A VIEWLESS thing is the wind,
But its strength is mightier far
Than a phalanxed host in battle line,
Than the limbs of a Samson are.

And a viewless thing is Love,
And a name that vanisheth;
But her strength is the wind's wild strength above,
For she conquers shame and Death.

Be still, thou busy foolish thing,
Nor urge me more of her to sing
Who [caused] all thy pain.
Why wilt thou dwell upon a theme
Which serves but to increase your [flame],
That still must burn in vain?

Thus to my heart I oft have said,
But as the dear enchanting maid
Has seized my soul entire,
My reason with my love combined
Is grown to every danger blind,
And joins to fan the fire.

Why pay we to the pow'rs above
Our adoration and our love,
But that they perfect are?
Though mortals cannot perfect be,