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What a sweet reverence is that when a young man deems his mistress a little more than mortal and almost chides himself for longing to bring her close to his heart.

Oh fair, oh sweet and holy as dew at morning tide,_x000D__x000D_I gaze on thee, and yearnings, sad in my bosom hide.

Love understands love; it needs no talk.

How happy the lover,_x000D__x000D_How easy his chain,_x000D__x000D_How pleasing his pain,_x000D__x000D_How sweet to discover_x000D__x000D_He sighs not in vain.

He who, being bold_x000D__x000D_For life to come, is false to the past sweet_x000D__x000D_Of mortal life, hath killed the world above._x000D__x000D_For why to live again if not to meet?_x000D__x000D_And why to meet if not to meet in love?_x000D__x000D_And why in love if not in that dear love of old?

I know not when the day shall be,_x000D__x000D_I know not when our eyes may meet;_x000D__x000D_What welcome you may give to me,_x000D__x000D_Or will your words be sad or sweet,_x000D__x000D_It may not be 'till years have passed,_x000D__x000D_'Till eyes are dim and tresses gray;_x000D__x000D_The world is wide, but, love, at last,_x000D__x000D_Our hands, our hearts, must meet some day.

Unless you can feel when the song is done_x000D__x000D_No other is sweet in its rhythm;_x000D__x000D_Unless you can feel when left by one_x000D__x000D_That all men else go with him.

The golden hours on angel wings_x000D__x000D_Flew o'er me and my dearie,_x000D__x000D_For dear to me as light and life_x000D__x000D_Was my sweet Highland Mary.

She is coming, my own, my sweet;_x000D__x000D_Were it ever so airy a tread,_x000D__x000D_My heart would hear her and beat,_x000D__x000D_Were it earth in an earthly bed;_x000D__x000D_My dust would hear her and beat,_x000D__x000D_Had I lain for a century dead;_x000D__x000D_Would start and tremble under her feet,_x000D__x000D_And blossom in purple and red.

Sweet is true love though given in vain, in vain;_x000D__x000D_And sweet is death who puts an end to pain:_x000D__x000D_I know not which is sweeter, no, not I._x000D__x000D_Love, art thou sweet? then bitter death must be:_x000D__x000D_Love, thou art bitter; sweet is death to me._x000D__x000D_O Love, if death be sweeter, let me die._x000D__x000D_..._x000D__x000D_I fain would follow love, if that could be;_x000D__x000D_I needs must follow death, who calls for me;_x000D__x000D_Call and I follow, I follow! let me die.

Love's very pain is sweet,_x000D__x000D_But its reward is in the world divine_x000D__x000D_Which, if not here, it builds beyond the grave.

O tender yearning, sweet hoping!_x000D__x000D_The golden time of first love!_x000D__x000D_The eye sees the open heaven,_x000D__x000D_The heart is intoxicated with bliss;_x000D__x000D_O that the beautiful time of young love_x000D__x000D_Could remain green forever.

All love is sweet_x000D__x000D_Given or returned. Common as light is love,_x000D__x000D_And its familiar voice wearies not ever.

Now I know surely and forever,_x000D__x000D_However much I have blotted our_x000D__x000D_Waking love, its memory is still_x000D__x000D_there. And I know the web, the net,_x000D__x000D_The blind and crippled bird. For then, for_x000D__x000D_One brief instant it was not blind, nor_x000D__x000D_Trapped, not crippled. For one heart beat the_x000D__x000D_Heart was free and moved itself. O love,_x000D__x000D_I who am lost and damned with words,_x000D__x000D_Whose words are a business and an art,_x000D__x000D_I have no words. These words, this poem, this_x000D__x000D_Is all confusion and ignorance._x000D__x000D_But I know that coached by your sweet heart,_x000D__x000D_My heart beat one free beat and sent_x000D__x000D_Through all my flesh the blood of truth.

My love for you is past the mind, beyond my heart, and into my soul.

Love taught him shame, and shame with love at strife_x000D__x000D_Soon taught the sweet civilities of life.

And sometimes when I am weary,_x000D__x000D_When the path is thorny and Wild,_x000D__x000D_I'll look back to the Eyes in the twilight,_x000D__x000D_Back to the eyes that smiled._x000D__x000D_And pray that a wreath like a rainbow_x000D__x000D_May slip from the beautiful past,_x000D__x000D_And Crown me again with the sweet, strong love_x000D__x000D_And keep me, and hold me fast.

We live not in our moments or our years:_x000D__x000D_The present we fling from us like the rind_x000D__x000D_Of some sweet future, which we after find_x000D__x000D_Bitter to taste.

Have you found your life distasteful?_x000D__x000D_My life did, and does, smack sweet._x000D__x000D_Was your youth of pleasure wasteful?_x000D__x000D_Mine I saved and hold complete._x000D__x000D_Do your joys with age diminish?_x000D__x000D_When mine fail me, I'll complain._x000D__x000D_Must in death your daylight finish?_x000D__x000D_My sun sets to rise again.

A little sun, a little rain,_x000D__x000D_A soft wind blowing from the west,_x000D__x000D_And woods and fields are sweet again,_x000D__x000D_And warmth within the mountain's breast_x000D__x000D__x000D_A little love, a little trust,_x000D__x000D_A soft impulse, a sudden dream,_x000D__x000D_And life as dry as desert dust,_x000D__x000D_Is fresher than a mountain stream.

O wise man! Give your wealth only to the worthy and never to others. The water of the sea received by the clouds is always sweet.