Poems of Love
Looking for the ideal lines to say to your Valentine? Here are some famous poems and verses from legendary poets that are sure to impress your partner. But don’t say they are yours when you chant them!
By Sarojini Naidu
Cover mine eyes, O my Love!
Mine eyes that are weary of bliss
As of light that is poignant and strong
O silence my lips with a kiss,
My lips that are weary of song!
Shelter my soul, O my love!
My soul is bent low with the pain
And the burden of love, like the grace
Of a flower that is smitten with rain:
O shelter my soul from thy face!
By Rabindranath Tagore
If you would have it so,
I will end my singing.
If it sets your heart aflutter,
I will take away my eyes from your face.
If it suddenly startles you in your walk,
I will step aside and take another path.
If it confuses you in your flower-weaving,
I will shun your lonely garden.
If it makes the water wanton and wild,
I will not row my boat by your bank.
How do I love thee
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day`s
Most quiet need; by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood`s faith
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath.
Smiles, tears, of all my life!--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron
She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that`s best of dark and bright,
Meet in the aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellow`d to that tender light
Which heaven and gaudy day denies.
What`s in a name
By William Shakespeare
What`s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo called.
All love, at first
By Samuel Butler
All love, at first, like generous wine,
Ferments and frets until `tis fine,
But, when `tis settled on the lee,
And from th` impurer matter free,
Becomes the richer still the older,
And Proves the pleasanter the colder
Grow old along with me
By Robert Browning
GROW old along with me!
The best is yet to be,
The last of life, for which the first was made:
Our times are in his hand
Who saith, ``A whole I planned,
Youth shows but half; trust God: see all, nor be afraid!``
By Matthew Arnold
Ah, love, let us be true
To one another! for the world, which seems
To lie before us like a land of dreams,
So various, so beautiful, so new,
Hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
Nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain;
And we are here as on a darkling plain
Swept with confused alarms of struggle and flight,
Where ignorant armies clash by night.
By CG Rosetti
EMEMBER me when I am gone away,
Gone far away into the silent land;
When you can no more hold me by the hand,
Nor I half turn to go, yet turning stay.
Remember me when no more day by day
You tell me of our future that you plann`d:
Only remember me; you understand
It will be late to counsel then or pray.
Yet if you should forget me for a while
And afterwards remember, do not grieve:
For if the darkness and corruption leave
A vestige of the thoughts that once I had,
Better by far you should forget and smile
Than that you should remember and be sad.
By George Herbert
LOVE bade me welcome; yet my soul drew back,
Guilty of dust and sin.
But quick-eyed Love, observing me grow slack
From my first entrance in,
Drew nearer to me, sweetly questioning
If I lack`d anything.
`A guest,` I answer`d, `worthy to be here:`
Love said, `You shall be he.`
`I, the unkind, ungrateful? Ah, my dear,
I cannot look on Thee.`
Love took my hand and smiling did reply,
`Who made the eyes but I?`
`Truth, Lord; but I have marr`d them: let my shame
Go where it doth deserve.`
`And know you not,` says Love, `Who bore the blame?`
`My dear, then I will serve.`
`You must sit down,` says Love, `and taste my meat.`
So I did sit and eat.
Compilation: Shashank Chouhan