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Lovers You were glad to-night: and now you’ve gone away. Flushed in the dark, you put your dreams to bed; But as you fall asleep I hear you say Those tired sweet drowsy words we left unsaid. Sleep well: for I can follow you, to bless And lull your distant beauty where you... Poet: Siegfried Sassoon	The Green Isle of Lovers They say that, afar in the land of the west, Where the bright golden sun sinks in glory to rest, Mid ferns where the hunter ne’er ventured to tread, A fair lake unruffled and sparkling is spread; Where, lost in his course, the rapt Indian discovers, In... Poet: Robert Charles Sands	The Wander-Lovers Down the world with Marna! That ’s the life for me! Wandering with the wandering wind, Vagabond and unconfined! Roving with the roving rain Its unboundaried domain! Kith and kin of wander-kind, Children of the sea! Petrels of the... Poet: Richard Hovey	The Faithful Lovers I ’d been away from her three years,—about that, And I returned to find my Mary true; And though I ’d question her, I did not doubt that It was unnecessary so to do. ’T was by the chimney-corner we were sitting: “Mary,” said I, “have you been... Poet: Anonymous
Two Lovers Two lovers by a moss-grown spring: They leaned soft cheeks together there, Mingled the dark and sunny hair, And heard the wooing thrushes sing. O budding time! O love’s blest prime! Two wedded from the portal stept: The bells... Poet: George Eliot	The Parting Lovers From the Chinese by William. R. Alger SHE says, “The cock crows,—hark!” He says, “No! still ’t is dark.” She says, “The dawn grows bright,” He says, “O no, my Light.” She says, “Stand up and say, Gets not the heaven gray?” He says, “... Poet: Anonymous	Parting Lovers Sienna I Love thee, love thee, Giulio! Some call me cold, and some demure, And if thou hast ever guessed that so I love thee … well;—the proof was poor, And no one could be sure. Before thy song (with shifted rhymes To suit my name... Poet: Elizabeth Barrett Browning	“Give place, ye lovers” Give place, ye lovers, here before That spent your boasts and brags in vain; My lady’s beauty passeth more The best of yours, I dare well sayen, Than doth the sun the candle light, Or brightest day the darkest night. And thereto hath a troth... Poet: Henry Howard, Earl of Surrey
Lovers, and a Reflection IN 1 moss-prankt dells which the sunbeams flatter (And heaven it knoweth what that may mean; Meaning, however, is no great matter) Where woods are a-tremble, with rifts atween; Through God’s own heather we wonned together, I and my Willie (O love... Poet: Charles Stuart Calverley	Poems of Charles Baudelaire/The Death of Lovers There shall be couches whence faint odours rise, Divans like sepulchres, deep and profound; Strange flowers that bloomed... Poet: