I hope you are able to use this beautiful poem by Alice Cary (1820-1871) for your special day.
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Forgive me but I needs must press
Forgive me, but I needs must press
One question, since I love you so;
And kiss me, darling, if it’s Yes,
And, darling, kiss me if it’s No!
It is about our marriage day,
I fain would have it even here;
But kiss me if it’s far away,
And, darling, kiss me if it’s near!
Ah, by the blushes crowding so
On cheek and brow, ‘tis near, I guess;
But, darling, kiss me if it’s No,
And kiss me, darling, if it’s Yes!
And with what flowers shall you be wed?
With flowers of snow? Or flowers of flame?
But be they white, or be they red,
Kiss me, my darling, all the same!
And have you sewed your wedding dress?
Nay, speak not, even whisper low;
But kiss me, darling, if it’s Yes,
And, darling, kiss me if it’s No!
Monday, 25 October 2010
Monday, 11 October 2010
John Clare's Love Poem - First Love
Here we have a poem that is a touching piece from John Clare (1793 - 1864). I hope this is useful on your big day.
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First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start --
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.
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First Love
I ne'er was struck before that hour
With love so sudden and so sweet,
Her face it bloomed like a sweet flower
And stole my heart away complete.
My face turned pale as deadly pale.
My legs refused to walk away,
And when she looked, what could I ail?
My life and all seemed turned to clay.
And then my blood rushed to my face
And took my eyesight quite away,
The trees and bushes round the place
Seemed midnight at noonday.
I could not see a single thing,
Words from my eyes did start --
They spoke as chords do from the string,
And blood burnt round my heart.
Are flowers the winter's choice?
Is love's bed always snow?
She seemed to hear my silent voice,
Not love's appeals to know.
I never saw so sweet a face
As that I stood before.
My heart has left its dwelling-place
And can return no more.
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