Love Songs

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Macmillan, 1917 - American poetry - 91 pages
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I read this one first and it stole my heart entirely. I called my girlfriend and read one of the poems to her voicemail, that was so deeply how I felt about her. And wrote another on my journal that seemed so much like me at this time. And I got lost in the deep beauty of this. Read full review

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Page 6 - I asked the heaven of stars What I should give my love — It answered me with silence, Silence above. I asked the darkened sea Down where the fishermen go — It answered me with silence, Silence below. Oh, I could give him weeping, Or I could give him song — But how can I give silence My whole life long?
Page 3 - LIFE has loveliness to sell, All beautiful and splendid things, Blue waves whitened on a cliff, Soaring fire that sways and sings, And children's faces looking up Holding wonder like a cup.
Page 27 - SPRING NIGHT The park is filled with night and fog, The veils are drawn about the world. The drowsy lights along the paths Are dim and pearled. Gold and gleaming the empty streets, Gold and gleaming the misty lake, The mirrored lights like sunken swords, Glimmer and shake. Oh, is it not enough to be Why have I put off my pride, Here with this beauty over me?
Page 7 - THE LOOK STREPHON kissed me in the spring, Robin in the fall, But Colin only looked at me And never kissed at all. Strephon's kiss was lost in jest, Robin's lost in play, But the kiss in Colin's eyes Haunts me night and day.
Page 29 - But over the roofs there came The wet new wind of May, And a tune blew up from the curb Where the street-pianos play. My room was white with the sun And Love cried out in me, "I am strong, I will break your heart Unless you set me free.
Page 28 - O beauty, are you not enough? Why am I crying after love With youth, a singing voice, and eyes To take earth's wonder with surprise? Why have I put off my pride, Why am I unsatisfied, — I, for whom the pensive night Binds her cloudy hair with light, — I, for whom all beauty burns Like incense in a million urns?
Page 15 - PIERROT * Pierrot stands in the garden Beneath a waning moon, And on his lute he fashions A fragile silver tune. Pierrot plays in the garden, He thinks he plays for me, But I am quite forgotten Under the cherry tree. Pierrot plays in the garden, And all the roses know That Pierrot loves his music,— But I love Pierrot.
Page 24 - I shall have peace, as leafy trees are peaceful When rain bends down the bough, And I shall be more silent and cold-hearted Than you are now.
Page 47 - HOUSE FROM naked stones of agony I will build a house for me; As a mason all alone I will raise it, stone by stone, And every stone where I have bled Will show a sign of dusky red. I have not gone the way in vain, For I have good of all my pain; My spirit's quiet house will be Built of naked stones I trod On roads where I lost sight of God.
Page 4 - Spend all you have for loveliness, Buy it and never count the cost; For one white singing hour of peace Count many a year of strife well lost, And for a breath of ecstasy Give all you have been or could be.

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