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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This poem belongs to the public domain.

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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This poem belongs to the Public Domain.