I love thee

I love thee

T'is all that I can say,

This is my vision in the night

My dreaming in the day.

For surely it is something to have been

The best beloved for a little while,

To have walked hand in hand with love, and seen

His scarlet wings flit once across thy smile.

To see her is to love her

And to love her but forever

For nature made her what she is ,

and never made another

I saw the day's white rapture

Die in the sunset's flame,

But all her shining beauty

Lives like a deathless name.

Our lamps of joy are wasted,

Gone is love's hallowed light;

But you and I remember

Through every starlit night

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 judgement book unfold!

Only the thought of you

Trembles and lies

Just where the world begins-

Under my eyes

I do not love thee!- no! I do not love thee!

And yet when thou art absent I am sad;

And envy even the bright blue sky above thee,

Whose quiet stars may see thee and be glad

But summers will vanish and the years will wane,

And bring no light to your window pane;

Nor gracious sunshine nor patient rain

Can brign dead love back to life again:

I call up the past in vain

I love thee then

Not only for thou body packed with sweet

Of all this world, that cup of brimming June,...

Not only for this do I love thee, but

Because Infinity upon thee broods;

And thou art full of whispers and of shadows

O, inexpressible as sweet

Love takes my voice away;

I cannot tell thee when we meet

What must I long to say

Would it embarras you very much if I were to tell you... that I love you?

O mother, mother make my bed,

O make it soft and narrow:

My love had died for me today,

I'll die for him tomorrow

.

A little season of love and laughter,

Of light and life, and pleasure and pain,

And a horror of outer darkness after,

And dust returneth to dust again

Shall I wasting in despair,

Die because a woman is fair?

Love me if I live!

Love me if I die!

What to me is life or death,

So that thou may be nigh?

If she were told that I was dying

Would she be dumb?

Could she content herself with sighing?

Would she not come?

How happy the lover

How easy his chain

How pleasing his pain

How sweet to discover

He sighs not in vain

Not from the whole wide world I chose thee

Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!

The wide,wide world could not enclose thee,

For thou art the whole wide world to me.

In your arms was still delight,

Quiet as a street at night;

And thoughts of you I do remember,

Were green leaves in a darkened chamber

Were dark clouds in a moonless sky.

I sing of little loves that  glow

Like tapers singing in the rain,

Of little loves that break themselves

Like moths against the window pane.

Out of a world of laughter

Suddenly I am sad...

Day and night it haunts me

The kiss I never had.

All paths lead to you

Where e'er I roam

You are  the lark song

calling me home

I love your hills and I love your dales,

And I love your flocks a-bleating;

But Oh, on the heather to lie together,

With both our hearts a-beating

How many times do I love ,again?

Tell me how many beads there are

In a silver chain

Of evening rain

Unravelled from the trembling main

And threading the eye of a yellow star:-

so many times do I love again.

I seek for one as fair and gay,

But find none to remind me

How blest the hours passed away

With the girl I left behind me.

Give me back the lost delight

That once my soul possessed,

When love was loveliest

I cannot love as I have loved,

And yet I know not why

It is the only great woe of life

To feel all feeling die

She came to the village church

And sat by a pillar alone;

An angel watching an urn

Wept over her, carved in stone

'twas my one Glory-

Let it be

Remembered

I was owned of thee....