Poem about dating and love
More than the star to the night, More than the rain to the lea, More than heaven to earth Art thou to me. Old love may die; new love is just as sweet; And life is fair and all the world complete: Love is enough!
Upon the Sand All love that has not friendship for its base Is like a mansion built upon the sand. The poor world's homage pleases but an hour, And earthly honours vanish in the dust. Love's Coming She had looked for his coming as warriors come, With the clash of arms and the bugle's call: But he came instead with a stealthy tread, Which she did not hear at all.
I love thee to the level of every day's Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose With my lost saints, -- I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!