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Love's Philosophy
22:37 Nov 27 2008
Times Read: 566




The fountains mingle with the river,

And the rivers with the ocean;

The winds of heaven mix forever,

With a sweet emotion;

Nothing in the world is single;

All things by a law divine

In one another's being mingle;--

Why not I with thine?



See! the mountains kiss high heaven,

And the waves clasp one another;

No sister flower would be forgiven,

If it disdained it's brother;

And the sunlight clasps the earth,

And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--

What are all these kissings worth,

If thou kiss not me?

Thank You for You: For Who You Are
22:34 Nov 27 2008
Times Read: 567

Thank you for you: for who you are,

However far away;

And for the words you send to me,

Near mad for what you say.

Knowing simply that you're there,

Yet thinking much of me,

Opens up my happiness,

Undone for all to see.

La Belle Dame sans Merci
15:09 Nov 27 2008
Times Read: 570




A Ballad



1820

John Keats



O what can ail thee, knight at arms,

Alone and palely loitering?

The sedge has wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.



0 what can ail thee, knight at arms,

So haggard and so woe-begone?

The squirrel's granary is full,

And the harvest's done.



I see a 1ily on thy brow

With anguish moist and fever dew,

And on thy cheeks a fading rose

Fast withereth too.



I met a lady in the meads,

Full beautiful, a fairy's child;

Her hair was long. her foot was light,

And her eyes were wild.



I made a garland for her head,

And bracelets too, and fragrant zone;

She look'd at me as she did love,

And made sweet moan.



I set her on my pacing steed,

And nothing else saw all day long,

For sidelong would she bend, and sing

A fairy's song.



She found me roots of relish sweet,

And honey wild, and manna dew,

And sure in language strange she said--

I love thee true.



She took me to her elfin grot,

And there she wept, and sigh'd full sore,

And there I shut her wild wild eyes

With kisses four.



And there she lulled me asleep,

And there I dream'd--Ah! woe betide!

The latest dream I ever dream'd

On the cold hill's side.



I saw pale kings, and princes too,

Pale warriors, death pale were they all;

They cried--"La belle dame sans merci

Hath thee in thrall!"



I saw their starv'd lips in the gloom

With horrid warning gaped wide,

And I awoke and found me here

On the cold hill's side.



And this is why I sojourn here,

Alone and palely loitering,

Though the sedge is wither'd from the lake,

And no birds sing.