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a moRninG RhiMe.

Sitting under cherry blossoms,
having dirty little bottoms,
playing all day long together
in the beautiful good weather.

In lake and sky and in your eyes,
a lingering depth shows its rise.
What has become of good ol´ reason?
Isn´t this almost like treason?

Ah! It´s merely in my dream,
like a chocolate pie with cream.

But a good one it may seam...

Jivan

Love´s PhiLosoPhy

The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever
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 disdain?d 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?

P.B. Shelley

MusiC, wHen soFt voiCes Die.

Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory;
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap?d for the belovèd?s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on

P.B. Shelley

How dO i Love tHee.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.

I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.

E. B. Browning