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Love Poems for Her

Table of Contents

  1. Bayberry Candles by Christopher Morley
  2. To Her by Charles Badger Clark
  3. Maid of the West-Land by Robert J. C. Stead
  4. A Volume by Ruby Archer
  5. A Valentine by Edgar Allan Poe
  6. Greeting by Annette Wynne
  7. Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
  8. The Good-Morrow by John Donne
  9. Believe Me, If All Those Endearing Young Charms by Thomas Moore
  10. Bedouin Love Song by Bayard Taylor
  11. Hazel Green by George W. Kettoman
  12. My Love by James Russell Lowell

  1. Bayberry Candles

    by Christopher Morley

    Dear sweet, when dusk comes up the hill,
    The fire leaps high with golden prongs;
    I place along the chimneysill
    The tiny candles of my songs.
    And though unsteadily they burn,
    As evening shades from gray to blue
    Like candles they will surely learn
    To shine more clear, for love of you.

  2. To Her

    by Charles Badger Clark

    Cut loose a hundred rivers,
    Roaring across my trail,
    Swift as the lightning quivers,
    Loud as a mountain gale.
    I build me a boat of slivers;
    I weave me a sail of fur,
    And ducks may founder and die
    But I
    Cross that river to her!

    Bunch the deserts together,
    Hang three suns in the vault;
    Scorch the lizards to leather,
    Strangle the springs with salt.
    I fly with a buzzard feather,
    I dig me wells with a spur,
    And snakes may famish and fry
    But I
    Cross that desert to her!

    Murder my sleep with revel;
    Make me ride through the bogs
    Knee to knee with the devil,
    Just ahead of the dogs.
    I harrow the Bad Lands level,
    I teach the tiger to purr,
    For saints may wallow and lie
    But I
    Go clean-hearted to her!

  3. Maid of the West-Land

    by Robert J. C. Stead

    Heart that is free as the open air,
    Eyes like the beams of the morn that rise
    Over our prairies, bright and fair,
    Brow like the silver of sunset skies,
    Cheeks with a beauty that glorifies,
    Tresses of sunlight, through and through,
    Figure and form that we idolize,
    Maid of the West-land, here's to you!

    Hope that is broad as your face is rare,
    Yearning that unto the uttermost cries,
    Soul that itself is a breath of prayer,
    Heaven-sent spirit in womanly guise;
    Tender caresses that minimize
    The labors of life with their pain and rue,
    Loving affection that never dies—
    Maid of the West-land, here's to you!

    Courage that rises to do and dare,
    Spell that entangles the sage and wise
    From venturesome toe to your crown of hair
    Ravishing beauties that hypnotize;
    Many the man for your favor vies,
    Well may he plead for the favor, too;
    Twentieth Century's greatest prize—
    Maid of the West-land, here's to you!

    Maid of the West, in your wistful eyes,
    Tenderly deep as the western blue,
    The glorious hope of our future lies—
    Maid of the West-land, here's to you!

  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. A Valentine

    by Edgar Allan Poe

    For her this rhyme is penned, whose luminous eyes,
    Brightly expressive as the twins of Loeda,
    Shall find her own sweet name, that, nestling lies
    Upon the page, enwrapped from every reader.
    Search narrowly the lines!—they hold a treasure
    Divine—a talisman—an amulet
    That must be worn at heart. Search well the measure—
    The words—the syllables! Do not forget
    The trivialest point, or you may lose your labor!
    And yet there is in this no Gordian knot

    Which one might not undo without a sabre,
    If one could merely comprehend the plot.
    Enwritten upon the leaf where now are peering
    Eyes scintillating soul, there lie perdus
    Three eloquent words oft uttered in the hearing
    Of poets, by poets—as the name is a poet’s, too.
    Its letters, although naturally lying
    Like the knight Pinto—Mendez Ferdinando—
    Still form a synonym for Truth—Cease trying!
    You will not read the riddle, though you do the best you can do.

  6. Greeting

    by Annette Wynne

    Sweet as the summer breeze
    Bright as the summer sea,
    Pure as the breath of flowers
    Is the wish I wish to thee;
    High as the heaven's blue arch,
    Staunch as the woodland tree,
    Sure as the spring time's coming,
    Is the love I bear to thee.

  7. Love’s Philosophy

    by Percy Bysshe Shelley

    The fountains mingle with the river
    And the rivers with the ocean,
    The winds of heaven mix for ever
    With a sweet emotion;
    Nothing in the world is single;
    All things by a law divine
    In one spirit meet and mingle.
    Why not I with thine?—

    See the mountains kiss high heaven
    And the waves clasp one another;
    No sister-flower would be forgiven
    If it disdained its brother;
    And the sunlight clasps the earth
    And the moonbeams kiss the sea:
    What is all this sweet work worth
    If thou kiss not me?

  8. 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.

  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. Bedouin Love Song

    by Bayard Taylor

    From the Desert I come to thee
    On a stallion shod with fire;
    And the winds are left behind
    In the speed of my desire.
    Under thy window I stand,
    And the midnight hears my cry:
    I love thee, I love but thee,
    With a love that shall not die
    Till the sun grows cold,
    And the stars are old,
    And the leaves of the Judgment
    Book unfold!

    Look from thy window and see
    My passion and my pain;
    I lie on the sands below,
    And I faint in thy disdain.
    Let the night-winds touch thy brow
    With the heat of my burnings sigh,
    And melt thee to hear the vow
    Of a love that shall not die
    Till the sun grows cold,
    And the stars are old,
    And the leaves of the Judgment
    Book unfold!

    My steps are nightly driven,
    By the fever in my breast,
    To hear from thy lattice breathed
    The word that shall give me rest.
    Open the door of thy heart,
    And open thy chamber door,
    And my kisses shall teach thy lips
    The love that shall fade no more
    Till the sun grows cold,
    And the stars are old,
    And the leaves of the Judgment
    Book unfold!

  11. Hazel Green

    George W. Kettoman

    There is a land dear to my heart
    As freedom to the fawn,
    And from my memory ne'er shall part
    While life in me lives on.
    'Tis where the Lehigh broad and bright
    Doth pour his glimmering sheen
    Down thro' a vale of love and light
    To beauteous Hazel Green.

    Around her quiet cottage home
    Do sheep and cattle browse;
    And meadow pink, and daisy bloom,
    And violet and rose.
    And there near to a beechen grove
    High gleams the chapel vane,
    And choristers sing God's high love
    With saintly Hazel Green.

    Down holm and mead her nimble feet
    Go tripping thro' the dew;
    And pure is the song, and clean and sweet,
    That flows to me and you.
    Her basket with wild flowers in it
    She bears with artless mien:
    In soft blue gown and jaunty hat—
    God bless our Hazel Green!

    No marquis, duke or titled earl
    Walks in her suitors' train,
    But those who love the farmer girl
    Are Nature's noblemen.
    And no proud empress sable-robed,
    Or jeweled southern queen,
    Can dare compare with her so rare,
    God's own sweet Hazel Green.

  12. My Love

    James Russell Lowell

    Not as all other women are
    Is she that to my soul is dear;
    Her glorious fancies come from far,
    Beneath the silver evening-star;
    And yet her heart is ever near.

    Great feelings hath she of her own,
    Which lesser souls may never know;
    God giveth them to her alone,
    And sweet they are as any tone
    Wherewith the wind may choose to blow.

    Yet in herself she dwelleth not,
    Although no home were half so fair;
    No simplest duty is forgot;
    Life hath no dim and lowly spot
    That doth not in her sunshine share.

    She doeth little kindnesses,
    Which most leave undone, or despise;
    For naught that sets one heart at ease,
    And giveth happiness or peace,
    Is low-esteemèd in her eyes.

    She hath no scorn of common things;
    And, though she seem of other birth,
    Round us her heart entwines and clings,
    And patiently she folds her wings
    To tread the humble paths of earth.

    Blessing she is: God made her so;
    And deeds of week-day holiness
    Fall from her noiseless as the snow;
    Nor hath she ever chanced to know
    That aught were easier than to bless.

    She is most fair, and thereunto
    Her life doth rightly harmonize;
    Feeling or thought that was not true
    Ne'er made less beautiful the blue
    Unclouded heaven of her eyes.

    She is a woman—one in whom
    The springtime of her childish years
    Hath never lost its fresh perfume,
    Though knowing well that life hath room
    For many blights and many tears.

    I love her with a love as still
    As a broad river's peaceful might,
    Which, by high tower and lowly mill,
    Seems following its own wayward will,
    And yet doth ever flow aright.

    And, on its full, deep breast serene,
    Like quiet isles my duties lie;
    It flows around them and between,
    And makes them fresh and fair and green,
    Sweet homes wherein to live and die.

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