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Delectation
Delectation (on The Charm of Poetry, a book by J.D. Bevington) This book is my delight, my joy!. I hope that when Old Age shall come And […]
Tempestuous Angel
Tempestuous Angel We met a few brief moments, you and I; We met, and those meetings there was born Our fated loves. The glad days soon sped by Till our commingled hearts were loathly torn Roughly asunder, leaving us to yearn Incessantly for sweets […]
Sweet Love
Sweet Love Sweeter than all I know, Dearer than all I prize, Far, far more valuable to me Than gems or golden hoards Are the warm and gentle chords Of blissful amity Stirred by […]
To A.E.B
To A.E.B. (For her birthday) (16 September) To you, this Special Day, I write My bouquet of love’s timeless flowers, Believing that you’ll cherish more My heart’s creation than a store Of bursting blooms whose scented hours Too soon are faded and forgot. I […]
All the Year is Spring!
All the Year is Spring! Jubilant birds serenaded the trees, Carolling joyfully; Telling the world, on the wings of the breeze, The wonderful story of Spring. But sadly I sat, against an oak tree, […]
Blessing
Blessing May God bless you, my dearest one, And pour upon your lovely head Rains of delight and kindliness!. I pray to God always For you, and for your happiness. Working, playing, asleep in bed, I […]
The Call of the Weather
The Call of the Weather The weather is calling me, calling me, Calling me; The weather is calling me strongly tonight!. The winds are rough-beating And rains are down-sheeting, but oh, they are calling me loudly tonight!. Why are they calling me, […]
Sublimating Love
Sublimating Love My solemn-seeming visage hides, underneath its frown, That sensitive affection which you alone have known. Love for you is sublimating all my baser traits, Refining me till I become fit foil for your […]
Reflected Love
Reflected Love When you look into a mirror, there you see my heart; For you are the very substance of that hidden part. Your eager eyes, like mine, gaze out searching far and wide For sight of their sole darling: too often they have cried. Warmest endearments […]
Custom
Custom (First Formal Officers’ Mess Dinner) The bell for Dinner sounds its solemn dirge As I sit pensively within my room. I feel an almost overpowering urge To flee from formal pomp’s depressing gloom. Yet, in […]