My lefe is faren in a lond--
Alas! why is she so?
And I am so sore bound
I may nat com her to.
She hath my hert in hold,
Where-ever she ride or go,
With trew love a thousandfold.

My Lady mine, I send
These sighs in joy to thee
Though, loving till the end,
There were no hope for me
That I should speak my love;
And I have loved indeed,
Though, having fearful heed,
It was not spoken of.

Thou art so high and great
That whom I love I fear;
Which thing to circumstate
I have no messenger:
Wherefore to Love I pray,
On whom each lover cries,
That these my tears and sighs
Find unto thee a way.

Well have I wished, when I
At heart with sighs have ach'd,
That there were in each sigh

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose nest is in a watered shoot;
My heart is like an apple-tree
Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit;
My heart is like a rainbow shell
That paddles in a halcyon sea;
My heart is gladder than all these
Because my love is come to me.

Raise me a dais of silk and down;
Hang it with vair and purple dyes;
Carve it in doves and pomegranates,
And peacocks with a hundred eyes;
Work it in gold and silver grapes,
In leaves and silver fleurs-de-lys;
Because the birthday of my life

VERSE

What is there to write,
What is there to say?
Same things happen ev'ry day.
Not a thing to write,
Not a thing to say,
So I take my pen in hand and start
The same old way.

REFRAIN

Dear, I thought I'd drop a line,
The weather's cool,
The folks are fine;
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.
Yesterday we had some rain,
But all in all
I can't complain.
Was it dusty on the train?
P.S. I love you.
Write to the Browns just as soon as you're able,

  VERSE

I am not such a clever one
About the latest fads.
I admit I was never one
Adored by local lads.
Not that I ever try to be a saint,
I'm the type that they classify as quaint.

  REFRAIN

I'm old-fashioned,
I love the moonlight,
I love the old-fashioned things
The sound of rain
Upon a windowpane,
The starry song that April sings.
This year's fancies
Are passing fancies,
But sighing sighs, holding hands,
These my heart understands.
I'm old-fashioned,
But I don't mind it,

My father hated moonlight,
And pulled the curtains down,
Each time the snows of moonlight
Came drifting on the town.

He was an old frontiersman,
And on their deadly raids,
Comanches rode by moonlight,
In stealthy cavalcades;

And took the settler's horses,
Or left a trail of red —
He came to love the darkness,
And hate the moon, he said.

My epitaph write on your heart,
Since we did part,
For I dare swear I once lay there,
I was so near;
But time that all things doth consume,
I now presume,
Hath wasted me, so that I'm gone,
Both flesh and bone,
And every letter without doubt
Is quite rased out:
Next lover may he be love-curst
As I, the first.

My dearest rival, lest our love
Should with excentric motion move,
Before it learn to go astray,
We'll teach and set it in a way,
And such directions give unto 't,
That it shall never wander foot.
Know first then, we will serve as true
For one poor smile, as we would do,
If we had what our higher flame
Or our vainer wish could frame.
Impossible shall be our hope;
And love shall only have his scope
To join with fancy now and then,
And think what reason would condemn:
And on these grounds we'll love as true,

My Crown desired, my true love and Joy,
All hail. Grace, Mercy, Peace to thee
From Jesus Christ our Lord and God above
Most high, continually vouchsafed be.
All hail Dear Soul, whose presence makes me glad
All hail True Love, whose absence makes me sad.

Love dropping lines — of thine oft have I read,
Distilling sweetness that by far out Excells
The purest Nectar from the honey bed
Of heavenly liquor stord in curious Cells.
I read them oft, my Solace now they are,
Still near my heart though now respect to[o] far

*****The refugee uncertain at the door

You make at home; deftly you steady
The drunk clambering on his undulant floor.

*****... Only

With words and people and love you move at ease.

*****For should your hands drop white and empty

All the toys of the world would break.