No One So Much As You by Edward Thomas
No one so much as you Loves this my clay, Or would lament as you Its dying day.
Love’s Philosophy by Percy Bysshe Shelley
The fountains mingle with the river And the rivers with the ocean, The winds of heaven mix for ever With a sweet emotion; Nothing in the world is single; All things by a law divine In one spirit meet and 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 its brother; And the sunlight clasps the earth And the moonbeams kiss the sea: What is all this sweet work worth If thou kiss not me?
You know me through and through Though I have not told, And though with what you know You are not bold. None ever was so fair As I thought you: Not a word can I bear Spoken against you. All that I ever did For you seemed coarse Compared with what I hid Nor put in force. My eyes scarce dare meet you Lest they should prove I but respond to you And do not love. We look and understand, We cannot speak Except in trifles and Words the most weak.
Mediocrity In Love Rejected by Thomas Carew
Give me more love, or more disdain; The torrid, or the frozen zone Bring equal ease unto my pain; The temperate affords me none: Either extreme, of love, or hate, Is sweeter than a calm estate. Give me a storm; if it be love, Like Danaë in that golden shower I swim in pleasure; if it prove Disdain, that torrent will devour My vulture-hopes; and he‟s possessed Of heaven, That‟s but from hell released: Then crown my joys, or cure my pain; Give me more love, or more disdain.
For I at most accepts Your love, regretting That is all: I have kept Only a fretting. That I could not return All that you gave And could not ever burn With the love you have, Till sometimes it did seem Better it were Never to see you more Than linger here. With only gratitude Instead of love – A pine in solitude Cradling a dove.
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