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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.