I loved her for that she was beautiful

I loved her for that she was beautiful;
And that to me she seem'd to be all Nature,
And all varieties of things in one:
Would set at night in clouds of tears, and rise
All light and laughter in the morning; fear
No petty customs nor appearances;
But think what...

Poet: Philip James Bailey
Youth and Love

From “Festus”
        SAY gray-beards what they please,
The heart of age is like an emptied wine-cup;
Its life lies in a heel-tap: how can age judge?
’T were a waste of time to ask how they wasted theirs;
But while the blood is bright, breath sweet, skin...

Poet: Philip James Bailey
Death in Youth

From “Festus”
FOR to die young is youth’s divinest gift;
To pass from one world fresh into another,
Ere change hath lost the charm of soft regret,
And feel the immortal impulse from within
Which makes the coming life cry always, On!
And follow it...

Poet: Philip James Bailey
Life

From “Festus,” Scene: “A Country Town”
  FESTUS.—                Oh! there is
A life to come, or all ’s a dream.
  LUCIFER.—                    And all
May be a dream. Thou seest in thine, men, deeds,
Clear, moving, full of speech and order; then
Why...

Poet: Philip James Bailey
The Poet of Nature

From “Festus”
HE had no times of study, and no place;
All places and all times to him were one.
His soul was like the wind-harp, which he loved,
And sounded only when the spirit blew,
Sometime in feasts and follies, for he went
Lifelike through all...

Poet: Philip James Bailey