Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay

Love not, love not, ye hapless sons of clay!Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers,—Things that are made to fade and fall awayEre they have blossomed for a few short hours.Love not!Love not! the thing ye love may change;The rosy lip may cease to smile on you,The kindly-beaming eye grow cold and strange,The heart still warmly beat,...

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Go, lovely Rose,

Go, lovely Rose,Tell her that wastes her time and me,That now she knowsWhen I resemble her to theeHow sweet and fair she seems to be.Tell her that’s young,And shuns to have her graces spied,That had’st thou sprungIn deserts where no men abide,Thou must have uncommended died.Small is the worthOf beauty from the light retired;Bid her come forth,Suffer...

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Because She Would Ask Me Why I Loved Her

If questioning would make us wiseNo eyes would ever gaze in eyes;If all our tale were told in speechNo mouths would wander each to each.Were spirits free from mortal meshAnd love not bound in hearts of fleshNo aching breasts would yearn to meetAnd find their ecstasy complete.For who is there that lives and knowsThe secret powers by which...

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AN ODE TO LOVE

Love resides in the temple of a loving heart,Both they live together in a room very small,Eat, drink, dance, play and pray.Like birds, lilies, sing prayer in silence calm.When divine romance starts, light shines,Soul baths in love, spiritual discourses start.When fiery desire of love illumines the shrine,Dressed up in a beggars’rags, lover...

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Look! There he is

Look! There he is!Death is on these wallsDeath is in this airDeath is on this groundDon’t you see him?He’s standing next to meWhispering in my earHe’s with me right nowCan’t you see him?Death is behind youHe’s breathing down your neckDeath is closeDon’t you feel him?Death is caressing meHe’s holding me closeHe’s whispering sweet thingsDon’t...

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