Archived Love Poems

 

To My Sister by William Wordsworth

It is the first mild day of March:
Each minute sweeter than before,
The redbreast sings from the tall larch
That stands beside our door.

There is a blessing in the air,
Which seems a sense of joy to yield
To the bare trees, and mountains bare,
And grass in the green field.

Love, now a universal birth,
From heart to heart is stealing,
From earth to man, from man to earth:
--It is the hour of feeling.

.....from To My Sister by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

 

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Archived Love Quote: One word frees us Of all the weight and pain in life, That word is Love.....Socrates