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The More Loving One              by  W.H. Auden

 

Looking up at the stars, I know quite well

That, for all they care, I can go to hell,

But on earth indifference is the least

We have to dread from man or beast,

How should we like it were stars to burn

With a passion for us we could not return

Oh, if equal affection cannot be,

Let the more loving be me.

 

             First love                                         by John Clare

I ne’er was struck before that hour

With love so sudden and so sweet,

Her face had bloomded like a sweet flower

And stole my heart away complete.

My face turned pale as deadly pale

My legs refused to walk away,

The trees and bushes round the place

Seemed  midnight  at noonday.

I could not see a single thing,

Words from my eyes did start-

They spoke as chords do from the string,

And blood burnt round my heart,

Are flowers the winter’s choice?

Is love’s bed always snow?

She seemed to hear my silent voice,

Not love’s appeal to know.

I never saw so sweet a face

As that I stood before,

My heart has left its dwelling-place

And can return no more.