Lord Alfred Douglas I Love You Poems

  • 1.
    Steal from the meadows, rob the tall green hills,
    Ravish my orchard's blossoms, let me bind
    A crown of orchard flowers and daffodils,
    Because my love is fair and white and kind.
    ...
  • 2.
    I know a green grass path that leaves the field,
    And like a running river, winds along
    Into a leafy wood where is no throng
    Of birds at noon-day, and no soft throats yield
    ...
  • 3.
    Into the silence of the empty night
    I went, and took my scorned heart with me,
    And all the thousand eyes of heaven were bright;
    But Sorrow came and led me back to thee.
    ...
  • 4.
    Not all the singers of a thousand years
    Can open English prisons. No. Though hell
    Opened for Tracian Orpheus, now the spell
    Of song and art is powerless as the tears
    ...
  • 5.
    The sun sinks down, the tremulous daylight dies.
    (Down their long shafts the weary sunbeams glide.)
    The white-winged ships drift with the falling tide,
    Come back, my love, with pity in your eyes!
    ...
  • 6.
    Alas! and oh that Spring should come again
    Upon the soft wings of desired days,
    And bring with her no anodyne to pain,
    And no discernment of untroubled ways.
    ...
  • 7.
    Dear friend, dear brother, I have owed you this
    Since many days, the tribute of a song.
    Shall I cheat you who never did a wrong
    To any man ? No, therefore though I miss
    ...
  • 8.
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    At Turney in Flanders I was born
    Fore-doomed to splendour and sorrow,
    ...
  • 9.
    There is an isle in an unfurrowed sea
    That I wot of, whereon the whole year round
    The apple-blossoms and the rosebuds be
    In early blooming ; and a many sound
    ...
Total 9 I Love You Poems by Lord Alfred Douglas

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