Poems For Lost Loved Ones

These beautiful poems for lost loved ones, smolder with as much passion today, as when they were written. They have stood the test of time.

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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 everyday'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 a 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.

- by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(1806-1861)


When You are Old

When you are old and grey and full of sleep, 

And nodding by the fire, take down this book, 

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look 

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep; 

How many loved your moments of glad grace, 

And loved your beauty with love false or true, 

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you, 

And loved the sorrows of your changing face; 

And bending down beside the glowing bars, 

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled 

And paced upon the mountains overhead 

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars. 

- W. B. Yeats


The Bargain

My true love hath my heart, and I have his, 

By just exchange one for another given: 

I hold his dear, and mine he cannot miss,

There never was a better bargain driven: 

My true love hath my heart, and I have his. 


His heart in me keeps him and me in one, 

My heart in him his thoughts and senses guides: 

He loves my heart, for once it was his own, 

I cherish his because in me it bides: 

My true love hath my heart, and I have his. 

- By Sir Philip Sidney

(1554-1586)


Like A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve's like a red, red rose

That’s newly sprung in June:

O my Luve's like the melodie

That’s sweetly play'd in tune.


As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,

So deep in luve am I:

And I will luve thee still, my dear,

Till a’ the seas gang dry:


Till a’ the seas gang dry, my dear,

And the rocks melt wi’ the sun;

I will luve thee still, my dear,

While the sands o’ life shall run.


And fare thee weel, my only Luve

And fare thee weel, a while!

And I will come again, my Luve,

Tho’ it were ten thousand mile.


- By Robbie Burns 



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