I sleep with thee, and wake with thee
   And yet thou art not there
I fill my arms with thoughts of thee
   And press the common air
Thy eyes are gazing upon mine
   When thou are out of sight
My lips are always touching thine
   At morning, noon, and night

I think and speak of other things
   To keep my mind at rest
But still to thee my memory clings
   Like love in a woman's breast
I hide it from the world's wide eye
   And think and speak contrary
But soft the wind comes from the sky
   And whispers tales of .....

The night wind whispers in my ear
   The moon shines in my face
A burden still of chilling fear
   I find in every place
The breeze is whispering in the bush
   And the dew falls from the tree
All sighing on, and will not hush
   Some pleasant tales of thee

She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies,
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which haven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impaired the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress
Or softly lightens o'er her face,
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek and o'er that brow
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent.
 

O my luve is like a red, red rose,
     That's newly sprung in June:
O my luve is like a melodie,
     That's sweetly played in tune.

As fair thou art, my bonie lass,
     So deep in luve am I;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
     Till a' the seas gang dry.

Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear,
     And the rocks melt wi' the sun;
And I will luve thee still, my dear,
     While the sands o' life shall run.

And fare thee weel, my sweet luve!
     And fare thee weel a while!
And I will come again, my luve,
     Tho' it were ten thousand mile.

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 its brother;
And the sunlight clasps the earth,
   And the moonbeams kiss the sea;
What are all these kissings worth,
   If thou kiss not me?
 

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils,
Beside the lake, beneath the trees
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay
In such a jocund company!
I gazed--and gazed--but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

I shall take your mouth into my mouth
as the child takes its mother's breast.
Tremble! for the kiss sinks deep and should suffice for love.

I shall trail my light tongue along your arms
and round your neck,
and I shall drag the long drawn kiss of my nails
along your tender sides.

Hear roaring in your ear all the murmur of the sea.. . Mnasidika!
the expression of your eyes makes me ill.
I'll clasp within my kiss your lids
which burn as warmly as your lips.