Henry Treece Love Poems

  • 1.
    Let us go out in the rain, love,
    And keep these memories clean;
    Then stand beneath the sheltering eave
    To fall in love with the moon.
    ...
  • 2.
    The old ones knew that black was hate,
    White garment purity and red one sin;
    They spoke the language of the trees
    And opened veins to let love in.
    ...
  • 3.
    Distance nor death shall part us, dear,
    Nor yet the traitor word;
    And love shall live within our home
    As blithe as any bird.
    ...
  • 4.
    He lay, wrapped in a world of mutilated hands,
    Of trees that walked by night and grinning clouds;
    To bellowing of bulls, his dream's black cloth
    Ripped and let dropp a heart stuck full of swords.
    ...
  • 5.
    How do I love you then?
    Till stone unfold his nature, and
    Funereal rook his language,
    Tongue dumb as bell unclappered
    ...
  • 6.
    In the dark caverns of the night,
    Loveless and alone,
    Friendless as wind that wails across the plains,
    I sit, the last man left on earth,
    ...
  • 7.
    The bells of memory sound this summer day
    Down the long alleys of the blue-skied years;
    Shy cowslip, thyme, the haunting scent of hay,
    Pleached gardens nourished by a lover's tears,
    ...
  • 8.
    Death walks through the mind's dark woods,
    Beautiful as aconite,
    A lily-flower in his pale hand
    And eyes like moonstones burning bright.
    ...
  • 9.
    Tears are too small a sign of grief,
    My love, oh my sweet love!
    A child will cry himself to sleep
    As though his golden heart would break,
    ...
Total 9 Love Poems by Henry Treece

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