Take all of me,—I am thine own, heart, soul,
Brain, body,—all; all that I am or dream
Is thine forever; yea, though space should teem
With thy conditions, I ’d fulfil the whole—
Were to fulfil them to be loved of thee.
Oh, love me!—were to love me but a...
Amelie Troubetzkoy
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The blackcaps pipe among the reeds,
And there ’ll be rain to follow;
There is a murmur as of wind
In every coign and hollow;
The wrens do chatter of their fears
While swinging on the barley-ears.Come, hurry, while there yet is time,...
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It is good to strive against wind and rain
In the keen, sweet weather that autumn brings.
The wild horse shakes not the drops from his mane,
The wild bird flicks not the wet from her wings,
In gladder fashion than I toss free
The mist-dulled gold of...