Final Five Love Poems. . .

This is the last five poems I will post. It feels bitter sweet to pick five final ones. There are so many beautiful love poems and I have enjoyed choosing and reading everyone!

The theme of love may have seemed like a really broad choice at first thought but I still believe as I stated in my first post that love is the central theme of life. Reading these poems has reminded me in many ways how important love in life is and how conected we all really are.

Here are my last five poems:

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1) " The Enchantment"

Did but look and love awhile,
'Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.

To sigh and wish is all my ease;
Sighs which do not heat impart
Enough to melt the coldest ice,
Yet cannot warm your heart.

O would your pity give my heart
One corner of your breast,
'Twould learn of yours the winning art,

And quickly steal the rest.

By Thomas Otway
http://www.poemslovers.com/love_poems/famous_love_poems/poems/9352.html

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2) "Petals"

Life is a stream
On which we strew
Petal by petal the flower of our heart;
The end lost in dream,
They float past our view,
We only watch their glad, early start.

Freighted with hope,
Crimsoned with joy,
We scatter the leaves of our opening rose;
Their widening scope,
Their distant employ,
We never shall know. And the stream as it flows
Sweeps them away,
Each one is gone
Ever beyond into infinite ways.
We alone stay
While years hurry on,
The flower fared forth, though its fragrance still stays.

By Amy Lowell
http://www.everypoet.com/archive/poetry/Amy_Lowell/Amy_Lowell_dome_petals.htm

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3) "The Crystal Gazer"

I shall gather myself into my self again,
I shall take my scattered selves and make them one.
I shall fuse them into a polished crystal ball
Where I can see the moon and the flashing sun.
I Shall sit like a sibyl, hour after hour intent.
Watching the future come and the present go -
And the little shifting pictures of people rushing
In tiny self-importance to and fro.

By Sara Teasdale
http://judithpordon.tripod.com/poetry/sara_teasdale_the_crystal_gazer.html

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4) "She Comes Not"

She comes not when Noon is on the roses--
Too bright is Day.
She comes not to the Soul till it reposes
From work and play.

But when Night is on the hills, and the great Voices
Roll in from Sea,
By starlight and candle-light and dreamlight
She comes to me.

By Herbert Trench
http://www.sun-angel.com/love_poems/love_poem_pages/love_poem_she_comes_not.php

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5) "A Dream Within a Dream"

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet, if Hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it, therefore, the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of golden sand-
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep- while I weep!
O God! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?

By Edgar Allen Poe
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-dream-within-a-dream/