Poems for Joanie
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
.....A Dream within a Dream by Edgar Allen Poe
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One day I wrote her name upon the strand,
But came the waves and washed it away:
Again I wrote it with a second hand,
But came the tide, and made my pains his prey.
Vain man, said she, that dost in vain assay
A mortal thing so to immortalize!
For I myself shall like to this decay,
And eek my name be wiped out likewise.
Not so (quoth I), let baser things devise
To die in dust, but you shall live by fame:
My verse your virtues rare shall eternize,
And in the heavens write your glorious name;
Where, whenas death shall all the world subdue,
Our love shall live, and later life renew.
.....One day I wrote her name upon the strand by Edmund Spenser
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Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!
...Thou messenger of Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy rural seat,
...And woods thy welcome ring.
What time the daisy decks the green,
...Thy certain voice we hear:
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,
...Or mark the rolling year?
Delightful visitant! with thee
...I hail the time of flowers,
And hear the sound of music sweet
...From birds among the bowers. . .
. . .Sweet bird! thy bower is ever green,
...Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
...No Winter in thy year!
O could I fly, I'd fly with thee!
...We'd make, with joyful wing,
Our annual visit o'er the globe,
...Companions of the Spring.
.....To the Cuckoo by Michael Bruce (1749-1767)
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Awake, my Heart to be loved
Awake, my heart, to be loved, awake, awake;
The darkness silvers away, the morn doth break,
It leaps in the sky: unrisen lustres slake
The o'ertaken moon. Awake, O heart, awake!
She too that loveth awaketh and hopes for thee;
Her eyes already have sped the shades that flee,
Already they watch the path thy feet shall take:
Awake, O heart, to be loved, awake, awake!
by Robert Bridges (1844-1930)
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Love
love is an emotion that flows like an ocean.
love is a flower that blooms in may
love is a smile that brightens your day
love is a song mellow and sweet.
love is having food on your plate to eat
love is a tear drop that flows down your cheek.
love is overwhelming in time of defeat
because love is sent form heaven above
thank god for the one you love.
Copyright © 1996 Aubrey L. Hunter. All rights reserved.
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How can I tell you
about this love I feel
How can I show you
that my love is truly real
My love is like a mountain
that reaches to the sky
It's lofty heights a mystery
that causes men to wonder why
My love is like a flower
delicate and fair
It's beauty something marvelous
to which nothing can compare
My love is like a river
rushing endless to the sea
Beginning as a drop of rain
it becomes more than you and me
My love is like a mighty tree
its roots into the earth so deep
Though wind and storms might shake it,
its grandeur will surely keep.
You my love are the one I seek
no other can compare
I pray each day to God above
that you my love will share
Copyright © Feburary, 1998, Br. David Wendel Robinson. All rights reserved
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It Happened Overnight
Our love happened so very fast
These years later I know it would last
Your beauty, wisdom, and wit come thru,
Every time my eyes get a glimpse of you
You read me, and treat me like gold
Feelings like that will never grow old
I wake to your smile and I get thrills
Just your smile it gives me chills
Your love is the ocean where I want to be
Nothing at all means as much too me
I savor the days that I make you smile
They are the ones I keep all the while
My only hope is that your love won't end
Your not only my wife, you're my best friend
You understand me in bad times too
Just one more thing I love about you.
I'll be here today, and be here tomorrow
With you by my side I won't feel any sorrow
So stay with me as we move thru life
Me as your husband, and you as my wife.
Copyright © 1999 Harry Hatt All rights reserved
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Sonnet XL
TAKE all my loves, my love, yea, take them all
What hast thou then more than thou hadst before?
No love, my love, that thou mayst true love call;
All mine was thine before thou hadst this more.
Then, if for my love thou my love receivest,
I cannot blame thee for my love thou usest;
But yet be blam’d, if thou thyself deceivest
By wilful taste of what thyself refusest.
I do forgive thy robbery, gentle thief,
Although thou steal thee all my poverty;
And yet, love knows it is a greater grief
To bear love’s wrong than hate’s known injury.
Lascivious grace, in whom all ill well shows,
Kill me with spites; yet we must not be foes.
from: Shakespeare Bookshelf
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