More Romanticalness

Valentines Day again! Which means it's time for my annual tradition of posting the most romantic poem ever, which I composed for my incredibly amazing and thankfully un-romantic wife from the first lines of thirty of the (apparently) most romantic poems ever written in the English language.




Enjoy.

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Today we are obliged to be romantic

If questioning would make us wise
Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind
i carry your heart with me (i carry it in
At last, when all the summer shine

Sweet stream that winds through yonder glade,
O, hurry, where by water, among the trees
The fountains mingle with the river,
If ever two were one, then surely we.

I love thee as I love the calm
Bright star, would I were stedfast as thou art—
Light, so low upon the earth
Since there’s not help, come let us kiss and part;

And in Life’s noisiest hour
We shall be notes in that great Symphony
Touched by all that love is
If ever two were one, then surely we.

There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
Love seeketh not itself to please
Come to me in my dreams, and then
I arise from dreams of thee.

All day long I have been working
When I have fears that I may cease to be.
Bid me to live, and I will live
If ever two were one, then surely we.

The wondrous moment of our meeting…
It was many and many a year ago
I ne’er was struck before that hour
Passing stranger! you do not know

If the dull substance of my flesh were thought,
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
A glimpse through an interstice caught,
If ever two were one, then surely we.

There where the waves shatter on the restless rocks
If ever two were one, then surely we.


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And the sources, for the curious:


If Questioning Would Make Us Wise, Christopher Brennan
To Lucasta: Going to the Wars, Richard Lovelace
i carry your heart, e.e. cummings
At Last, Elizabeth Akers Allen

To a Young Lady, William Cowper
The Ragged Wood, Wm Butler Yeats
Love's Philosophy, Percy Bysshe Shelley
To My Dear and Loving Husband, Anne Bradstreet

I Love Thee, Eliza Acton
Bright Star, John Keats
Marriage Morning, Lord Alfred Tennyson
Idea 61: Since there's no help, Come, let us kiss and part! Michael Drayton

The Presence of Love, Samuel Taylor Coleridge
Panthea, Oscar Wilde
Confession, Frantisek Halas
To My Dear and Loving Husband, Anne Bradstreet

Sonnet IX, Pablo Neruda
The Clod and The Pebble, William Blake
Longing, Matthew Arnold
The Indian Serenade, Percy Bysshe Shelley

Madonna of the Evening Flowers, Amy Lowell
When I have fears that I may cease to be, John Keats
To Anthea, Who May Command Him Anything, Robert Herrick
To My Dear and Loving Husband, Anne Bradstreet

Wondrous Moment, Alexander Pushkin
Annabelle Lee, Edgar Allan Poe
First Love, John Clare
To a Stranger, Walt Whitman

Sonnet 44, Wm Shakespeare
Sonnet XIII, Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A Glimpse, Walt Whitman
To My Dear and Loving Husband, Anne Bradstreet

Sonnet IX, Pablo Neruda
To My Dear and Loving Husband, Anne Bradstreet


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