Romance & Love Poems

• I have walked through wildernesses dreary, And to-day my heart is weary; Had I now the wings of a Faery, Up to thee would I fly. There is madness about thee, and joy divine In that song of thine; Lift me, guide me, high and high To thy banqueting place in the sky. You ask me what since we must part You shall bring back to me. Bring back a pure and faithful heart As true as mine to thee.
• You talk of gems from foreign lands, Of treasure, spoil, and prize. Ah love! I shall not search your hands But look into your eyes. I fear thy kisses, gentle maiden; ...Thou needest not fear mine; My spirit is too deeply laden ...Ever to burden thine.
• I fear thy mien, thy tones, thy motion; ...Thou needest not fear mine; Innocent is the heart's devotion ...With which I worship thine. Look as your looking-glass by chance may fall, Divide, and break in many pieces small, And yet shows forth the self-same face in all,
• Proportions, features, graces, just the same, And in the smallest piece as well the name Of fairest one deserves as in the richest frame;
• So all my thoughts are pieces but of you, Which put together make a glass so true As I therein no other's face but yours can view. She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes: Thus mellow'd to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.
• One shade the more, one ray the less, Had half impair'd the nameless grace Which waves in every raven tress, Or softly lightens o'er her face; Where thoughts serenely sweet express How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.