Love Poems – Page 3347

• Damon the Mower

  I / Heark how the Mower Damon Sung, / With love of Juliana stung! …

• The Damp

  WHEN I am dead, and doctors know not why, / ⁠And my friends' curiosity / Will have me cut up to survey each part, …

• Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat?

  Dare you see a Soul at the White Heat? — / Then crouch within the door — / Red — is the Fire's common tint — …

• The Dark Angel

  DARK Angel, with thine aching lust / To rid the world of penitence: / Malicious Angel, who still dost …

• A Daughter of Eve

  A fool I was to sleep at noon, / And wake when night is chilly / Beneath the comfortless cold moon; …

• Dawn (Dickinson)

  When night is almost done, / And sunrise grows so near / That we can touch the spaces, …

• A Day (Whittier)

  Talk not of sad November, when a day / Of warm, glad sunshine fills the sky of noon, / And a wind, borrowed from some morn of June, …

• Day-dawn in Italy

  Italia! in thy bleeding heart, / I thought, e'en hope was dead; / That from thy scarred and prostrate form, …

• The Daylight is Dying

  The daylight is dying / Away in the west, / The wild birds are flying …

• "De Gustibus—"

  I. / Your ghost will walk, you lover of trees, / (If our loves remain) …

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