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~ Valentines Day Poems - Poetry of the Heart and Soul ~

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Poem by Robert Browning


Room after room,

I hunt the house through

We inhabit together.

Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find her---

Next time, herself!---not the trouble behind her

Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume!

As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew:

Yon looking-glass gleaned at the wave of her feather.


Yet the day wears,

And door succeeds door;

I try the fresh fortune---

Range the wide house from the wing to the centre.

Still the same chance! She goes out as I enter.

Spend my whole day in the quest,---who cares?

But 'tis twilight, you see,---with such suites to explore,

Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune!

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


Poem by Emily Dickinson

A charm invests a face

Imperfectly beheld.

The lady dare not lift her veil

For fear it be dispelled.

But peers beyond her mesh,

And wishes, and denies,

'Lest interview annul a want

That image satisfies.

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by Oscar Wilde

The wild bee reels from bough to bough

With his furry coat and his gauzy wing,

Now in a lily-cup, and now

Setting a jacinth bell a-swing,

In his wandering;

Sit closer love: it was here I trow

I made that vow,

Swore that two lives should be like one

As long as the sea-gull loved the sea,

As long as the sunflower sought the sun, -

It shall be, I said, for eternity

'Twixt you and me!

Dear friend, those times are over and done;

Love's web is spun.

Look upward where the poplar trees

Sway and sway in the summer air,

Here in the valley never a breeze

Scatters the thistledown, but there

Great winds blow fair

From the mighty murmuring mystical seas,

And the wave-lashed leas.

Look upward where the white gull screams,

What does it see that we do not see?

Is that a star? or the lamp that gleams

On some outward voyaging argosy, -

Ah! can it be

We have lived our lives in a land of dreams!

How sad it seems.

Sweet, there is nothing left to say

But this, that love is never lost,

Keen winter stabs the breasts of May

Whose crimson roses burst his frost,

Ships tempest-tossed

Will find a harbour in some bay,

And so we may.

And there is nothing left to do

But to kiss once again, and part,

Nay, there is nothing we should rue,

I have my beauty, - you your Art,

Nay, do not start,

One world was not enough for two

Like me and you.

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by John Milton

O Nightingale that on yon bloomy Spray,

Warbl'st at eve, when all the Woods are still

Thou with fresh hope the Lover's heart dost fill,

While the jolly hours lead on propitious May,

Thy liquid notes that close the eye of Day,

First heard before the shallow Cuckoo's bill

Portend success in love; O if Jove's will

Have linkt that amorous power to thy soft lay,

Now timely sing, ere the rude Bird of Hate

Foretell my hopeless doom in some Grove nigh:

As thou from year to year hath sung too late

For my relief; yet hadst no reason why,

Whether the Muse, or Love call thee his mate,

Both them I serve, and of their train am I.

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by Robert Browning


You'll love me yet!-and I can tarry 

Your love's protracted growing: 

June reared that bunch of flowers you carry 

From seeds of April's sowing.

I plant a heartful now: some seed 

At least is sure to strike, 

And yield-what you'll not pluck indeed, 

Not love, but, may be, like!

You'll look at least on love's remains, 

A grave's one violet: 

Your look?-that pays a thousand pains. 

What's death?-You'll love me yet!

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


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 her aspect and her eyes:

Thus mellow'd to that tender light

Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,

Had half impair'd the nameless grace

Which waves in every raven tress,

Or softly lightens o'er her face;

Where thoughts serenely sweet express

How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,

So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,

The smiles that win, the tints that glow,

But tell of days in goodness spent,

A mind at peace with all below,

A heart whose love is innocent!

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by Edna St. Vincent Millay

Love, if I weep it will not matter,

And if you laugh I shall not care;

Foolish am I to think about it,

But it is good to feel you there.

Love, in my sleep I dreamed of waking,

White and awful the moonlight reached

Over the floor, and somewhere, somewhere,

There was a shutter loose, it screeched!

Swung in the wind, and no wind blowing!

I was afraid, and turned to you,

Put out my hand to you for comfort,

And you were gone! Cold, cold as dew,

Under my hand the moonlight lay!

Love, if you laugh I shall not care,

But if I weep it will not matter,

Ah, it is good to feel you there!

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by Robert Burns

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June;

O my Luve's like the melodie

That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I;

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a' the seas gang dry:

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi' the sun;

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my only Luve,

And fare thee weel awhile!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho' it ware ten thousand mile.

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by Christina Rossetti

Too late for love, too late for joy, 

Too late, too late! 

You loitered on the road too long, 

You trifled at the gate: 

The enchanted dove upon her branch 

Died without a mate; 

The enchanted princess in her tower 

Slept, died, behind the grate; 

Her heart was starving all this while 

You made it wait. 

Ten years ago, five years ago, 

One year ago, 

Even then you had arrived in time, 

Though somewhat slow; 

Then you had known her living face 

Which now you cannot know: 

The frozen fountain would have leaped, 

The buds gone on to blow, 

The warm south wind would have awaked 

To melt the snow. 

Is she fair now as she lies? 

Once she was fair; 

Meet queen for any kingly king, 

With gold-dust on her hair, 

Now these are poppies in her locks, 

White poppies she must wear; 

Must wear a veil to shroud her face 

And the want graven there: 

Or is the hunger fed at length, 

Cast off the care? 

We never saw her with a smile 

Or with a frown; 

Her bed seemed never soft to her, 

Though tossed of down; 

She little heeded what she wore, 

Kirtle, or wreath, or gown; 

We think her white brows often ached 

Beneath her crown, 

Till silvery hairs showed in her locks 

That used to be so brown. 

We never heard her speak in haste; 

Her tones were sweet, 

And modulated just so much 

As it was meet: 

Her heart sat silent through the noise 

And concourse of the street. 

There was no hurry in her hands, 

No hurry in her feet; 

There was no bliss drew nigh to her, 

That she might run to greet. 

You should have wept her yesterday, 

Wasting upon her bed: 

But wherefore should you weep today 

That she is dead? 

Lo we who love weep not today, 

But crown her royal head. 

Let be these poppies that we strew, 

Your roses are too red: 

Let be these poppies, not for you 

Cut down and spread.  

~ Valentines Day Poems ~


by Rabindranath Tagore

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

My spellbound heart has made and remade the necklace of songs,

That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms,

In life after life, in age after age, forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, it's age old pain,

It's ancient tale of being apart or together.

As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge,

Clad in the light of a pole-star, piercing the darkness of time.

You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount.

At the heart of time, love of one for another.

We have played along side millions of lovers,

Shared in the same shy sweetness of meeting,

the distressful tears of farewell,

Old love but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you

The love of all man's days both past and forever:

Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life.

The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours -

And the songs of every poet past and forever.

~ Valentines Day Poems - Poetry of the Heart and Soul ~

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