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Forever Love Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Constancy by Colfax Burgoyne Harman
  2. Weighing the World by Ellen P. Allerton
  3. Highland Mary by Robert Burns
  4. A Volume by Ruby Archer
  5. Love's Growth by John Donne
  6. The Good-Morrow by John Donne
  7. Love and Friendship by Emily Brontë
  8. Our love is not a fading, earthly flower by James Russell Lowell
  9. Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
  10. The Kiss at the Door by Lydia H. Tilton
  11. One and Two by Will Carleton
  12. Longing by Millie C. Pomeroy
  13. True Love by Dora Read Goodale

  1. Constancy

    by Colfax Burgoyne Harman

    I ne'er can love another
    As long as life may stand.
    No maid the wide world over
    Shall hold this heart or hand.

    As long as life lasts still shall gleam
    My love's undying ember.
    I loved her in life's spring time,
    I love her in December.

    Tho I should wed another,
    No love could bless the tie.
    My heart pleads on forever,
    The grave makes no reply.

  2. Weighing the World

    by Ellen P. Allerton

    I weighed the world to-day—its golden treasure,
    Its gleam and glitter, all its splendid show,
    Its pride, its fame—in most unstinted measure—
    All its allurements that do tempt me so.

    I put them in A balance, all together,
    Against one heart—but one, yet surely mine.
    I wished for once to know for certain whether
    This way, or that way, would the scales incline.

    Then slowly rose the piled-up, shining masses,
    As slowly, surely, did that one thing fall.
    So I have weighed; and thus the verdict passes:
    I find that one true heart is worth them all.

  3. Highland Mary

    by Robert Burns

    Ye banks, and braes, and streams around
    The castle o' Montgomery,
    Green be your woods, and fair your flowers,
    Your waters never drumlie!
    There Simmer first unfald her robes,
    And there the langest tarry:
    For there I took the last Fareweel
    O' my sweet Highland Mary.

    How sweetly bloom'd the gay, green birk,
    How rich the hawthorn's blossom;
    As underneath their fragrant shade,
    I clasp'd her to my bosom!
    The golden Hours, on angel wings,
    Flew o'er me and my Dearie;
    For dear to me as light and life
    Was my sweet Highland Mary.

    Wi' mony a vow, and lock'd embrace,
    Our parting was fu' tender;
    And pledging aft to meet again,
    We tore oursels asunder:
    But Oh! fell Death's untimely frost,
    That nipt my Flower sae early!
    Now green's the sod, and cauld's the clay,
    That wraps my Highland Mary!

    O pale, pale now, those rosy lips,
    I aft hae kiss'd sae fondly!
    And clos'd for ay the sparkling glance,
    That dwalt on me sae kindly!
    And mouldering now in silent dust,
    That heart that lo'ed me dearly!
    But still within my bosom's core
    Shall live my Highland Mary.

  4. A Volume

    by Ruby Archer

    Read in my heart a volume
    Dedicate to you.
    Its title is, "On Loving."
    You cannot read it through;

    For as you scan the pages,
    The lines and notes below,—
    From having you to look on,
    The book will grow and grow.

  5. Love's Growth

    by John Donne

    I scarce believe my love to be so pure
    As I had thought it was,
    Because it doth endure
    Vicissitude, and season, as the grass;
    Methinks I lied all winter, when I swore
    My love was infinite, if spring make’ it more.

    But if medicine, love, which cures all sorrow
    With more, not only be no quintessence,
    But mixed of all stuffs paining soul or sense,
    And of the sun his working vigor borrow,
    Love’s not so pure, and abstract, as they use
    To say, which have no mistress but their muse,
    But as all else, being elemented too,
    Love sometimes would contemplate, sometimes do.

    And yet no greater, but more eminent,
    Love by the spring is grown;
    As, in the firmament,
    Stars by the sun are not enlarged, but shown,
    Gentle love deeds, as blossoms on a bough,
    From love’s awakened root do bud out now.

    If, as water stirred more circles be
    Produced by one, love such additions take,
    Those, like so many spheres, but one heaven make,
    For they are all concentric unto thee;
    And though each spring do add to love new heat,
    As princes do in time of action get
    New taxes, and remit them not in peace,
    No winter shall abate the spring’s increase.

  6. The Good-Morrow

    by John Donne

    I wonder, by my troth, what thou and I
    Did, till we loved? Were we not weaned till then?
    But sucked on country pleasures, childishly?
    Or snorted we in the Seven Sleepers’ den?
    ’Twas so; but this, all pleasures fancies be.
    If ever any beauty I did see,
    Which I desired, and got, ’twas but a dream of thee.

    And now good-morrow to our waking souls,
    Which watch not one another out of fear;
    For love, all love of other sights controls,
    And makes one little room an everywhere.
    Let sea-discoverers to new worlds have gone,
    Let maps to other, worlds on worlds have shown,
    Let us possess one world, each hath one, and is one.

    My face in thine eye, thine in mine appears,
    And true plain hearts do in the faces rest;
    Where can we find two better hemispheres,
    Without sharp north, without declining west?
    Whatever dies, was not mixed equally;
    If our two loves be one, or, thou and I
    Love so alike, that none do slacken, none can die.

  7. Love and Friendship

    by Emily Brontë

    Love is like the wild rose-briar,
    Friendship like the holly-tree—
    The holly is dark when the rose-briar blooms
    But which will bloom most constantly?

    The wild rose-briar is sweet in spring,
    Its summer blossoms scent the air;
    Yet wait till winter comes again
    And who will call the wild-briar fair?

    Then scorn the silly rose-wreath now
    And deck thee with the holly’s sheen,
    That when December blights thy brow
    He still may leave thy garland green.

  8. Our love is not a fading, earthly flower

    by James Russell Lowell

    Our love is not a fading, earthly flower:
    Its wingëd seed dropped down from Paradise,
    And, nursed by day and night, by sun and shower,
    Doth momently to fresher beauty rise:
    To us the leafless autumn is not bare,
    Nor winter's rattling boughs lack lusty green.
    Our summer hearts make summer's fulness, where
    No leaf, or bud, or blossom may be seen:
    For nature's life in love's deep life doth lie,
    Love,—whose forgetfulness is beauty's death,
    Whose mystic key these cells of Thou and I
    Into the infinite freedom openeth,
    And makes the body's dark and narrow grate
    The wide-flung leaves of Heaven's own palace-gate.

  9. Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms

    by Thomas Moore

    Believe me, if all those endearing young charms,
    Which I gaze on so fondly to-day,
    Were to change by to-morrow, and fleet in my arms,
    Live fairy-gifts fading away,
    Thou wouldst still be adored, as this moment thou art,
    Let thy loveliness fade as it will,
    And around the dear ruin each wish of my heart
    Would entwine itself verdantly still.

    It is not while beauty and youth are thine own,
    And thy cheeks unprofaned by a tear,
    That the fervor and faith of a soul may be known,
    To which time will but make thee more dear!
    No, the heart that has truly loved never forgets,
    But as truly loves on to the close,
    As the sunflower turns on her god when he sets
    The same look which she turned when he rose!

  10. The Kiss at the Door

    by Lydia H. Tilton

    Nay, darling, I cannot love thee
    As the morning we were wed;
    Too fondly my heart is nurtured
    Too much on love's manna fed,
    To shrink to the old-time measure,
    Although I scarcely know
    How love that the years have strengthened,
    Found so much room to grow.

    I know when the whispered "Darling,"
    First woke to happier life,
    The heart that since has listened
    To the added word of wife;
    I fancied the very angels
    Could not have loved you more,
    But now a love far greater,
    Shall kiss you at the door.

    I know you are often weary
    With business cares and strife,
    But you always bring home sunshine
    And blessings to your wife;
    Each trial but serves to strengthen
    The bond that was strong before,
    And I watch, as the shadows lengthen,
    To kiss you at the door.

    Our God is love, my darling,
    He plants with many flowers
    The paths in which his children
    Must pass their earthly hours;
    Our path grows each day brighter,
    With light from the unseen shore,
    And gratefully I linger
    To kiss you at the door.

    Each life has its minor cadence;
    The sad with the sweet must blend;
    And even to heart communings
    Come whisperings of the end;
    But, oh, if the angels call me
    First to the shining shore,
    I will watch and wait to welcome
    And kiss you at the door.

  11. One and Two

    by Will Carleton

    If you to me be cold,
    Or I be false to you,
    The world will go on, I think,
    Just as it used to do;
    The clouds will flirt with the moon,
    The sun will kiss the sea,
    The wind to the trees will whisper,
    And laugh at you and me;
    But the sun will not shine so bright,
    The clouds will not seem so white,
    To one, as they will to two;
    So I think you had better be kind,
    And I had best be true,
    And let the old love go on,
    Just as it used to do.

    If the whole of a page be read,
    If a book be finished through,
    Still the world may read on, I think,
    Just as it used to do;
    For other lovers will con
    The pages that we have passed,
    And the treacherous gold of the binding
    Will glitter unto the last.
    But lids have a lonely look,
    And one may not read the book—
    It opens only to two;
    So I think you had better be kind,
    And I had best be true,
    And let the reading go on,
    Just as it used to do.

    If we who have sailed together
    Flit out of each other's view,
    The world will sail on, I think,
    Just as it used to do;
    And we may reckon by stars
    That flash from different skies,
    And another of love's pirates
    May capture my lost prize;
    But ships long time together
    Can better the tempest weather
    Than any other two;
    So I think you had better be kind,
    And I had best be true,
    That we together may sail,
    Just as we used to do.

  12. Longing

    by Millie C. Pomeroy

    Out from the tenement's highest row,
    Out from the broken and toppling blind
    I peer and whisper: I love you so—
    Pray, come tonight on the summer wind—
    Out from the throng of the angels there,
    Come to the maiden you used to know,
    With the lovely form and the wonderful hair;
    And a heart that thrills to the long ago.

    They say I am old and will soon be there;
    Each day is an age while I wait for you—
    Cheat fate a little and take me away
    Where the seeming is real and the false is true.
    Gather me swift from the form I wear,
    Our hearts will in deathless love entwine,
    Fulfill the edict of long ago
    That made me yours, as you are mine.

  13. True Love

    by Dora Read Goodale

    When all the earth is fresh and green,
    And Heaven's azure smiling too,
    When sunlight comes with golden gleam
    And shimmers in the shallow stream,
    We say we know that Earth is sweet,
    And all the shining heavens true.

    But when the clouds of wintry grey
    But dim the brightness of the sky,
    And all our sunshine fades away,
    Both out of doors and in, we say
    We know that Earth's few joys are fleet,
    And soon her fairest pleasures die.

    So Friendship in her summer's hour
    Seems pure and clear as Heaven's blue,
    But when the skies of Fortune lower,
    With cruel frown they try her power,
    And find, tho lovely for the time,
    She is, alas, how oft untrue!

    O blest the love that does not go,
    But strengthens with each winter's blast!
    That smiles when Fortune's light is low,
    And smiles again to see it glow,
    That smiles in youth, in age, in prime,—
    Such love as this will always last.

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