CAMELOT FANTASIES

Sir Walter Raleigh



 The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd



 If all the world and love were young,
 And truth in every shepherd's tongue,
 These pretty pleasures might me move
 To live with thee and be thy love.

 Time drives the flocks from field to fold
 When rivers rage and rocks grow cold,
 And Philomel becometh dumb;
 The rest complains of cares to come.

 The flowers do fade, and wanton fields
 To wayward winter reckoning yields;
 A honey tongue, a heart of gall,
 Is fancy's spring, but sorrow's fall.

 Thy gowns, thy shoes, thy beds of roses,
 Thy cap, thy kirtle, and thy posies
 Soon break, soon wither, soon forgotten
 In folly ripe, in season rotten.

 Thy belt of straw and ivy buds,
 Thy coral clasps and amber studs,
 All these in me no means can move
 To come to thee and be thy love.

 But could youth last and love still breed,
 Had joys no date nor age no need,
 Then these delights my mind might move
 To live with thee and be thy love.       

Love's Philosophy


 The fountains mingle with the river,
 And the rivers with the ocean;
 The winds of heaven mix forever,
 With a sweet emotion;
 Nothing in the world is single;
 All things by a law divine
 In one another's being 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 it's brother;
 And the sunlight clasps the earth,
 And the moonbeams kiss the sea;--
 What are all these kissings worth,
 If thou kiss not me?

 - Percy Bysshe Shelley

Wind and Window Flower


 Lovers, forget your love,
 And list to the love of these,
 She a window flower,
 And he a winter breeze.

 When the frosty window veil
 Was melted down at noon,
 And the caged yellow bird
 Hung over her in tune,

 He marked her through the pane,
 He could not help but mark,
 And only passed her by
 To come again at dark.

 He was a winter wind,
 Concerned with ice and snow,
 Dead weeds and unmated birds,
 And little of love could know.

 But he sighed upon the sill,
 He gave the sash a shake,
 As witness all within
 Who lay that night awake.

 Perchance he half prevailed
 To win her for the flight
 From the firelit looking-glass
 And warm stove-window light.

 But the flower leaned aside
 And thought of naught to say,
 And morning found the breeze
 A hundred miles away.

 - Robert Frost

My Love Is Like to Ice



 My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
 How come it then that this her cold is so great
 Is not dissolved through my so hot desire,
 But harder grows the more I her entreat?
 Or how comes it that my exceeding heat
 Is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold,
 But that I burn much more in boiling sweat,
 And feel my flames augmented manifold?
 What more miraculous thing may be told,
 That fire, which is congealed with senseless cold,
 Should kindle fire by wonderful device?
 Such is the power of love in gentle mind,
 That it can alter all the course of kind.

 - by Edmund Spenser

I am glad you are enjoying all this amazing poetry and literature at Camelot lady TT.


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glad you are enjoying all the poetry and literature here.




at the poem of the day thread, you can even have poems read to you.

I love these so very much, it is a whole treasure trove for me to study.  I have a few of my favorites to share with you too, I shall hunt them out :-)

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Love Not Me


 Love not me for comely grace,
 For my pleasing eye or face,

 Nor for any outward part:
 No, nor for a constant heart!
 For these may fail or turn to ill:
 Should thou and I sever.

 Keep, therefore, a true woman's eye,
 And love me still, but know not why!
 So hast thou the same reason still
 To dote upon me ever.

 - John Wilbye