My lovely one, be near to me to-night. For now I need you most, since I have gone Through the sparse woodland in the fading light, Where in time past we two have walked alone,...
Now would I be in that remov'd place Where the dim sunlight hardly comes at all And branches of the young trees interlace And long swathes of the brambles twine and fall;...
Because the days are long for you and me, I make this song to lighten their slow time, So that the weary waiting fruitful be Or blossomed only by my limping rhyme. The days are very long...
The time shall be, old Wisdom says, when you Shall grow awrinkled and I, indifferent, Shall no more follow the light steps I knew Or trace you, finding out the way you went,...
The time is all so short. One week is much To be without your deep and peaceful eyes, Your soft and all-contenting cheek, the touch Of well-caressing hands. O were we wise...
Is there no prophylactic against love? Can I with drugs not dull the ache one night? The rain is heavy and the low clouds move Over the empty home of our delight And find me in it weeping. You are far...
Lovers that drug themselves for ecstasy Seek love too closely in an overdose, When the sweet spasm turns to agony And the quick limbs are still and the eyes close....
This is the valley where we sojourn now, Cut up by narrow brooks and rich and green And shaded sweetly by the waving bough About the trench where floats the soft serene Arun with waters running low and low...
The husht September afternoon was sweet With rich and peaceful light. I could not hear On either side the sound of moving feet Although the hidden road was very near....