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Short Love Poems

Table of Contents

  1. Alone by Ruby Archer
  2. A Woman's Love by Ruby Archer
  3. Drink Deep by Ruby Archer
  4. To Yesterday by Ruby Archer
  5. Greeting by Annette Wynne
  6. Power of Love by James McIntyre
  7. Love's Defect by Scottie McKenzie Frasier
  8. Query by Georgia Douglas Johnson
  9. Silence by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse
  10. A Valentine by Francis William Bourdillon
  11. Love, and Hate by Ellen P. Allerton
  12. The Quilting by Paul Laurence Dunbar

  1. Alone

    by Ruby Archer

    For me the day is done,
    Though high the ardent sun;
    I feel the twilight gray.
    For you, my Love, are gone,
    My Sunlight and my Dawn,
    My Noon and all my Day.

  2. A Woman's Love

    by Ruby Archer

    "Let me look into your eyes
    For mine image." "Is it there?"
    "Yes." "Look deeper—scan my heart.
    Do you find it?" "Yes, more fair.
    Now look you for yours in mine,"
    And her gaze went up and through.
    But she made reply—"Ah, no!
    You I see, and only you."

  3. Drink Deep

    by Ruby Archer

    Stern Life is in a lavish mood to-day.
    She holds a brimming beaker to our lips.
    Sweet wine of love—ah, put it not away!
    Drink deep, dear heart. Life will not wait for sips.

  4. To Yesterday

    by Ruby Archer

    O Yesterday, you saw him. In your warm
    Sweet light we wandered idly, happily.
    Unto your deep of blue his eyes were lent,
    And through your moments lingered yet his voice.
    Bide near me, Yesterday. You know of him;
    And I may turn to you―now he is gone―
    Remind you of a glance, a word, a touch,
    A thousand glints of soul revealed to soul
    And thus defer the thought of poor To-day.

  5. 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.

  6. Power of Love

    by James McIntyre

    Love it is the precious loom,
    Whose shuttle weaves each tangled thread,
    And works flowers of exquisite bloom,
    Shedding their perfume where we tread.

  7. Love's Defect

    by Scottie McKenzie Frasier

    I can forgive the years for robbing me of youth,
    I can forgive man for taking my faith and deceiving truth.
    I can forgive friends for being ungrateful and unkind,
    I can't forgive Life for giving me love and making love blind.

  8. Query

    by Georgia Douglas Johnson

    Is she the sage who will not sip
    The cup love presses to her lip?
    Or she who drinks the mad cup dry,
    And turns with smiling face—to die?

  9. Silence

    by Jessie Belle Rittenhouse

    O many and vain, Belovéd,
    The words I spoke to you
    In those first wondering hours
    When love was new!

    Now we have wandered together
    Into a mystic land,
    Now we are silent, Belovéd,
    Because we understand.

  10. A Valentine

    by Francis William Bourdillon

    What is my wish for thee, sweet Valentine?
    A song of Spring, while Winter yet is here,
    Heralding Summer in the silent year,
    Be thine!

    And for myself canst thou my wish divine?
    To think my greeting may be in thy sight
    Welcome as Summer's heralds, — this delight
    Be mine!

  11. Love and Hate

    by Ellen P. Allerton

    Although a thousand leagues two hearts divide,
    That love has joined, the gulf is not so great
    As that twixt two, who, dwelling side by side
    Behold between, the black abyss of Hate.

  12. The Quilting

    by Paul Laurence Dunbar

    Dolly sits a–quilting by her mother, stitch by stitch,
    Gracious, how my pulses throb, how my fingers itch,
    While I note her dainty waist and her slender hand,
    As she matches this and that, she stitches strand by strand.
    And I long to tell her Life’s a quilt and I’m a patch;
    Love will do the stitching if she’ll only be my match.

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