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.

You don't know what love is
Until you've learned the meaning of the blues,
Until you've loved a love you've had to lose,
You don't know what love is.
You don't know how lips hurt
Until you've kissed and had to pay the cost;
Until you've flipped your heart and you have lost,
You don't know what love is.
Do you know
How a lost heart fears the thought of reminiscing?
And how lips that taste of tears
Lose their taste for kissing?
You don't know how hearts burn
For love that cannot live, yet never dies.

In the bright Region of the fertile East,
Where constant calms smooth Heav'ns unclowded Brow,
There lives an easie people, vow'd to rest,
Who on Love onely all their hours bestow:
By no unwelcome Discontents opprest;
No Cares, save those that from this Passion flow,
Here raigns, here ever uncontroll'd did raign,
The beauteous Queen sprung from the foming Main.

Her Hand the Scepter bears, the Crown her Head,
Her willing Vassals here their Tribute pay:

My arms were always quiet,
Close, and never freed.
I was furled like a banner,
Enfolded like a seed.

I thought, when Love shall strike me,
Each arm will start and spring,
Unloosen like a petal,
And open like a wing.

O Love — my arms are lifted,
But not to sway and toss;
They strain out wide and wounded,
Like arms upon a cross.

VERSE

Maybe I'm old-fashioned
Feeling like I do,
Maybe I am living in the past.
But when I meet the right one
I know that I'll be true.
My first love will be my last.

REFRAIN

When I fall in love
It will be forever,
Or I'll never fall in love.
In a restless world like this is,
Love is ended before it's begun,
And too many moonlight kisses
Seem to cool in the warmth of the sun.
When I give my heart
It will be completely,
Or I'll never give my heart.

More shower than shine
Brings sweet St. Valentine;
Warm shine, warm shower,
Bring up sweet flower on flower:
Thro' shower & shine
Loves you your Valentine,
Thro' shine, thro' shower,
Thro' summer's flush, thro' Autumn's fading hour.