Robert Graves ( 1895 -1985 ) – Symptoms Of Love.

Symptoms Of Love

Love is universal migraine,
A bright stain on the vision
Blotting out reason.

Symptoms of true love
Are leanness, jealousy,
Laggard dawns;

Are omens and nightmares –
Listening for a knock,
Waiting for a sign:

For a touch of her fingers
In a darkened room,
For a searching look.

Take courage, lover!
Could you endure such pain
At any hand but hers?

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Lord Byron ( 1788 – 1824 ): My Soul is Dark.

My soul is dark – Oh! quickly string

    The harp I yet can brook to hear;

And let thy gentle fingers fling

    Its melting murmur o’er mine ear.

If in this heart a hope be dear,

    That sound shall charm it forth again:

If in these eyes there lurk a tear,

    ‘Twill flow, and cease to burn my brain.


But bid the strain be wild and deep,

    Nor let thy notes of joy be first:

I tell thee, minstrel, I must weep,

    Or else this heavy heart will burst;

For it had been by sorrow nursed,

    And ached in sleepless silence long;

And now ‘tis doomed to know the worst,

    And break at once – or yield to song.          

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Lord Byron ( 1788 – 1824 ): In the Valley of the Waters.

In the Valley of the Waters.

In the valley of the waters we wept o’er the day

When the host of the stranger made Salem his prey,

And our heads on our bosoms all droopingly lay,

And our hearts were so full of the land far away.


The song they demanded in vain—it lay still

In our souls as the wind that died on the hill;

They called for the harp—but our blood they shall spill

Ere our right hand shall teach them one tone of our skill.


All stringlessly hung on the willow’s sad tree,

As dead as her dead leaf those mute harps must be;

Our hands may be fetter’d—our tears still are free,

For our God and our glory—and, Sion!—Oh, thee.

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