That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice,
And ice, which is congealed with senseless cold,
Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
That it can alter all the course of kind.
Robert Herrick To Dianeme
Sweet, be not proud of those two eyes,
Which star-like sparkle in the skies;
Nor be you proud that you can see
All hearts your captives; yours, yet free;
Be you not proud of that rich hair
Which wantons with the love-sick air;
When as that ruby which you wear
Sunk from the tip of your soft ear,
Will last to be a precious stone
When all your world of beauty’s gone.
Arthur Hugh Clough
To spend uncounted years of pain,
Again, again, and yet again,
In working out in heart and brain
The problem of our being here;
T gather facts from far and near,
Upon the mind to hold them clear,
And, knowing more may yet appear,
Unto one’s latest breath to fear
The premature result to draw –
Is this the object, end and law,
And purpose of our being here?
William Henry Davies The Hour of Magic
This is the hour of magic, when the Moon
With her bright wand has charmed the tallest tree
To stand stone-still with all his million leaves!
I feel around me things I cannot see;
I hold my breath, as Nature holds her own.
And do the mice and birds, the horse and cow,
Sleepless in this deep silence, so intense,
Believe a miracle has happened now,
And wait to hear a sound they’ll recognize,
To prove they still have life with earthly ties?
William Henry Davies Leisure
What is this life if, full of care We have no time to stand and stare. No time to stand beneath the boughs And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass, Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass, No time to see, in broad day light, Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at beauty's glance And watch her feet, how they can dance. No time to wait till her mouth can Enrich that smile her eyes began. A poor life this if, full of care, We have no time to stand and stare.