Works -- Part 3: Love

Part Three: Love

It ’s all I have to bring to-day Mine by the right of the white election! You left me, sweet, two legacies Alter? When the hills do Elysium is as far as to Doubt me, my dim companion! If you were coming in the fall I hide myself within my flower That I did always love Have you got a brook in your little heart As if some little Arctic flower My river runs to thee I cannot live with you There came a day at summer’s full I ’m ceded, I ’ve stopped being theirs ’T was a long parting, but the time I ’m wife; I ’ve finished that She rose to his requirement, dropped Come slowly, Eden! Of all the souls that stand create I have no life but this Your riches taught me poverty I gave myself to him Going to him! Happy letter! Tell him The way I read a letter’s this Wild nights! Wild nights! The night was wide, and furnished scant Did the harebell loose her girdle A charm invests a face The rose did caper on her cheek In lands I never saw, they say The moon is distant from the sea He put the belt around my life I held a jewel in my fingers What if I say I shall not wait? Proud of my broken heart since thou didst break it My worthiness is all my doubt Love is anterior to life One blessing had I, than the rest When roses cease to bloom, dear Summer for thee grant I may be Split the lark and you ’ll find the music To lose thee, sweeter than to gain Poor little heart! There is a word I ’ve got an arrow here He fumbles at your spirit Heart, we will forget him! Father, I bring thee not myself We outgrow love like other things Not with a club the heart is broken My friend must be a bird He touched me, so I live to know Let me not mar that perfect dream I live with him, I see his face I envy seas whereon he rides A solemn thing it was, I said Title divine is mine