OH, LOVE IS NOT A SUMMER MOOD.

I.

H, Love is not a summer mood,

OH,

Nor flying phantom of the brain,

Nor youthful fever of the blood,

Nor dream, nor fate, nor circumstance.
Love is not born of blinded chance,
Nor bred in simple ignorance.

II.

Love is the flower of maidenhood;
Love is the fruit of mortal pain;
And she hath winter in her blood.
True love is steadfast as the skies,
And once alight she never flies;
And Love is strong, and Love is wise.
Richard Watson Gilder.

INDEX OF FIRST LINES

Inder of First Lines.

An asterisk denotes that omissions have been made in the poem indicated.

And on her lover's arm she leant

Ask me no more! the moon may draw the sea

Ask what you will, my own and only Love

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*But I was first of all the kings who drew

*Ca' the yowes to the knowes

Chiming a dream by the way

Could ye come back to me, Douglas, Douglas

Doth any maiden seek the glorious fame
Drink to me only with thine eyes.

*Each, rapturous, praised his lady's worth
Each shining light above us.

God be with thee, my beloved

- God be with thee.

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Go from me - Yet I feel that I shall stand

He safely walks in darkest ways

*He that loves a rosy cheek.

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways

How sweet it were, if without feeble fright
How tenderly the twilight falls

I am a woman, therefore I may not
I arise from dreams of thee
If doughty deeds my lady please
If fate Love's dear ambition mar
If Heaven would hear my prayer

If I could trust mine own self with the fate
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange?

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