My Love Is Like to Ice

By: Edmund Spenser

My love is like to ice, and I to fire:
How come it then that this her cold is so great ...

A Birthday

By: Christina Rossetti

My heart is like a singing bird
Whose heart is in a watered shoot. ...

The Ragged Wood

By: William Butler Yeats

O, hurry, where by water, among the trees,
The delicate-stepping stag and his lady sigh, ...

Ah, My Beloved

By: Omar Khayyam

Ah, my beloved, fill the cup that clears
Today of past regrets and future fears; ...

Song

By: Christina Rossetti

When I am dead, my dearest,
Sing no sad songs for me; ...

I Sing

By: Emily Dickinson

I sing to use the waiting
My bonnet but to tie, ...

She Is Not Fair To Outward View

By: Hartley Coleridge

She is not fair to outward view
as many maidens be; ...

I Should Not Dare

By: Emily Dickinson

I should not dare to leave my friend,
Because if he should die ...

Wild Nights

By: Emily Dickinson

Wild nights. Wild nights!
Were I with thee, ...

She Tells Her Love

By: Robert Ranke Graves

She tells her love while half asleep,
In the dark hours, ...