When Susanna Jones wears red
Her face is like an ancient cameo
Turned brown with the ages.
Come with a blast of trumpets,
Never seek to tell thy love,
Love that never told can be;
For the gentle wind doth move
Oh, unhappy stars! your fate I mourn,
Ye by whom the sea-toss’d sailor’s lighted,
Who with radiant beams the heav’ns adorn,
Did but look and love awhile,
‘Twas but for one half-hour;
Then to resist I had no will,
And now I have no power.
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You by Pablo Neruda
I do not love you except because I love you;
I go from loving to not loving you,
From waiting to not waiting for you
My heart moves from cold to fire.
Two hands lie still, the hairy and the white,
And soon down ladders of reflected light
The sleepers climb in silence. Gradually
They separate on paths of long ago,
At last, when all the summer shine
That warmed life’s early hours is past,
Your loving fingers seek for mine
And hold them close-at last-at last!
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
my heart) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing, my darling)
Come live with me and be my love,
And we will all the pleasures prove
That valleys, groves, hills, and fields,
Woods or steepy mountain yields.