- Soldiers are we from the mountain and valley,
Soldiers are we from the hill and the plain;54 lines - And does she love me now as yesterday?
Is love divine indeed, and scorns to wear15 lines - To say I love thee, is but uttering
A worn-out phrase. The opal-breasted dove15 lines - As a lorn sailor clinging to the wreck,
On which he starved through many a doleful day,15 lines - One hope survives; but that, like the sole sun,
Covers my prospect with its fertile light15 lines - My heart is sad today; I know not why.
Is it the dismal falling of the rain--15 lines - Lone echoes from the dim cloud-covered shore
Of Death are booming in my throbbing brain.15 lines - I am Love's thrall and vassal. Though I wear
Chains of linked roses, and am daily fed15 lines - O weary watches of the dismal night!
O lone, lone soul that staggers through the dark,15 lines - A shame arose betwixt my Love and me.
I am not worthy to be called her own.13 lines - If I should perish e'er I pen this line,
And take my place with the forgotten dead,13 lines - Why sing forever in this mournful way,
Vexing the future for my hidden lot?15 lines - Perhaps in mercy is the future masked.
For who so hardy, if his fate were read,15 lines - O Love, I leave thee all that I hold dear,
Thy precious self, in faithful ward to keep.15 lines - Where is my merit? By what special grace
Am I so blessed above all other men?19 lines - All the world's malice, all the spite of fate,
Cannot undo the rapture of the past.15 lines - Too full of rapture was this sunny day!
My senses ache from that through which they passed:15 lines - Why should I love? Why lay my heart before
One who may glance with merriment or scorn15 lines - O sacred head that felt her queenly hand!
O regal brow, round which her arms have wound15 lines - Sometimes I fear thou'lt poise my muse's praise,
Against my spoken words, and sharply cry15 lines - Some hearts prevail by action; some have skill,
With tone, phrase, look and gesture to subdue18 lines - Farewell once more,--and yet again farewell!
I cannot quit thee. On thy lips I press15 lines - The waves of busy life that whirling go
Through thy long streets, O city of my birth,13 lines - Hail! dearest day of all the storied year!
Belated songsters of the withering wood,13 lines - This love of mine is no light thing, no toy
To trifle with, and fill a vacant hour;15 lines - I know not if one beauty less or more
This year hath left upon my darling's face,13 lines - Within the circle of my darling's charms
I stand as grimly as some ruin old,13 lines - A sadder word I never uttered yet--
No, not in chambers when the light was low,13 lines - The dreadful vision of my fears has burst
Upon our unprotected heads at last;13 lines - What sorry mark of nature can there be,
That stamps me false before thy partial sight,15 lines
