Poetry

Feb 13, 2006

   LOVE’S PHILOSOPHY
Percy Bysshe Shelley (1792-1827)

The fountains mingle with the river,
   And the rivers with the ocean;
The winds of heaven mix forever
   With a sweet emotion;
Nothing in the world is single;
   All things by a law divine
In one spirit meet and mingle. 
   Why not I with thine?

See, the mountains kiss high heaven,
   And the waves clasp one another;
No sister-flower could be forgiven
   If it disdained its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
   And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What is all this sweet work worth
   If thou kiss not me?

         EROS D’AUTE
Theodore Wratislaw  (1871-1933) 

Crimson nor yellow roses, nor
The savour of the mounting sea
Are worth the perfume I adore
That clings to thee.

The languid-headed lilies tire,
The changeless waters weary me.
I ache with passionate desire
Of thine and thee.

There are but these things in the world—
Thy mouth of fire,
Thy breasts, thy hands, thy hair upcurled,
And my desire!

            
     
        


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