Out upon it, I have loved
Three whole days together!
And am like to love three more,
If it prove fair weather.
Time shall moult away his wings
Ere he shall discover
In the whole wide world again
Such a constant lover.
But the spite on ‘t is, no...
Out upon it, I have loved Time shall moult away his wings But the spite on ‘t is, no... |
Friend, whose smile has come to be Other souls may find their joy |
How could I love you more? |
Love not, love not! ye hapless sons of clay! Love not! the thing ye love may change: |
Under the harvest moon, Under the summer roses |
Since there’s not help, come let us kiss and part; |
Surprised by joy—impatient as the Wind |
I’ve watched you now a full half-hour, |
O Mistress mine, where are you roaming? What is love? ‘tis not hereafter; |
When, dearest, I but think of thee, Thus while I sit and sigh the day |