love poetry

Lord, thou on earth didst love thine own,
Didst love them to the end;
O still from thy celestial throne,
Let gifts of love descend.

The love the Father bears to thee,
His own Eternal Son,
Fill all thy saints, till all shall be
In pure affection one.

As thou for us didst stoop so low,
Warmed by love's holy flame,
So let our deeds of kindness flow
To all who bear thy name.

One blessed fellowship in love,
Thy living Church should stand,
Till faultless, she at last above,

Lover of Beauty, to the world he gave
Beauty of Love, of beauteous things the best;
Lover of Courage, he himself was brave
To bear the brunt of battle, and the test

Of pain and sorrow; and though now his way
Lies in the silent Land of the Unseen,
Still are his courage and his love our stay,
Still on his faith and fortitude we lean.

O valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O heart of the world, red-gold!
Breast high in the blossom I stand;
It beats about me like waves
Of a magical, golden sea.

The barren heart of the world
Alive at the kiss of the sun,
The yellow mantle of Summer
Flung over a laughing land,
Warm with the warmth of her body,
Sweet with the kiss of her breath.

O valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O mystical marriage of Earth
With the passionate Summer sun!

Thy beauty is bugle and banner — bugle, and banner, and prize!
I march to the beat of thy heart, and the oriflamme of thine eyes.
My falchion flashes thy smile, as I fight to the far-off goal —
The star of love that burns on the battlement of thy soul.
O Queen! the bugle is blowing, the banners flutter and stream;
Thy heart is beating such music, I fight as one in a dream.
I am blind; in my blood there is thunder; there is lightning around and above;
I have cloven a cohort asunder, I swoon on the ramparts of love.

Symbol OF H APPINESS

I sought the Blue Bird near and far,
In verdant woods and azure skies,
On purple peaks of Paradise,
In golden gardens of a star;
But in your eyes
It flits, and flies,
And in your heart its nestings are —
So near, so far.

Like a wild lark that longs for space,
It beats and beats against the blue
Of your bright eyes, then flutters through
Your eyelids, and lights up your face,
As all the true
Warm love of you
Comes flying to my love's embrace,

A little while, and all in silence ends
My best or worst! On each at last descends
The fatal curtain! Soul, thy part is played:
No voice thou heedest now of foes or friends!

In one strait space of clinging earth I lie,
Unmoved for storm or sunlight drifting by:
Yea, though one praise and love, or all forget,
That stark thing recks not, that but now was I.

Ah! so in dreams tired life affects content,
And wakes rebellious. " Not for this were sent,
My God, " she cries, " Thy beauty and Thy love,

(To a Poetess)

I

Like swans on an enchanted lake
Your dreamy days have drifted by;
Now, lovely, dreamy Lady, wake,
A Glory lightens in the sky!
The empyrean dome above
Is burning, blinding, sapphire blue;
Your misty morning dream of love
Is now a dream come true.

II

We two have wandered hand in hand
In merry moonlit fairyland;
We two have culled Parnassus thyme
Above the clouds on peaks sublime;
But far more bright
Than fairy-light
This love that dawns upon your eyes,

AW EDDING O DE

The mountain-air has grown so still,
The silence maketh audible
Your very hearts; and strange and new
Your lonely voices seem to you;
While to your eyes,
By Love made wise,
The earth, the skies,
The stars, the dew,
Seem merely symbols of the True.
Nay, all the outer world, I wis,
Is as an empty chrysalis,
Wherein ye dwelt ere Love ye knew,
The Love who with a summer kiss
Made your wings burn and blossom through

Love is our Reason's Paradox, which still
Against the Judgment doth maintain the Will,
And governs by such arbitrary laws
It onely makes the Act our Liking's cause:
We have no brave revenge, but to forgo
Our full desires, and starve the Tyrant so.
They whom the rising blood tempts not to taste
Preserve a stock of Love can never waste;
When easie people who their wish enjoy
Like Prodigalls at once their wealth destroy.
Adam till now had stay'd in Paradise
Had his desires been bounded by his eyes:

My Saviour's risen from the Dead,
And lives enthron'd Above.
The Price of my Salvation's paid;
My Life is in His Love.

With holy Sabbaths and Peace
Hath me victorious Blest.
Lord, bring thou my Holiness,
To Victory and Rest.