Love Poems – Page 2560

A Pitcher of Mignonette

A pitcher of mignonette
In a tenement’s highest casement,—
Queer sort of flower-pot—yet …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
Deaf

As to a bird’s song she were listening,
Her beautiful head is ever sidewise bent;
Her questioning eyes lift up their depths intent— …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
Les Morts Vont Vite

Les morts vont vite! Ay, for a little space
We miss and mourn them fallen from their place;
To take our portion in their rest are fain; …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
The Appeal to Harold

Haro! haro!
Judge now betwixt this woman and me,
Haro …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
On Reading a Poet's First Book

This is a breath of summer wind
That comes—we know not how—that goes
As softly,—leaving us behind, …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
Feminine

She might have known it in the earlier Spring,—
That all my heart with vague desire was stirred;
And, ere the Summer winds had taken wing, …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
J - B. by Henry Cuyler Bunner

The actor’s dead, and memory alone
Recalls the genial magic of his tone;
Marble nor canvas nor the printed page …

English
To a June Breeze

Wind of the City Streets,
Impatient to be free,
In this dull time of heats …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
The Chaperon

I take my chaperon to the play—
She thinks she ’s taking me.
And the gilded youth who owns the box, …

Henry Cuyler Bunner English
Madam Hickory

Fit theme for song, the sylvan maid
Who, if she knew not fauns or satyrs,
Had conjured oft in mossy shade …

Wilbur Larremore English