The may queen poem. The May Queen and other poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson 2023-01-01
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The May Queen and other poems by Alfred Lord Tennyson
I want to give you the best affection in the world. Your love is my inspiration, and your presence is my motivation. And blessings on his whole life long, until he meet me there! You Are My Queen Messages 81. O, sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done The voice, that now is speaking, may be beyond the sun— For ever and for ever with those just souls and true— And what is life, that we should moan? I gave her a sceptre of may; I gave her a girdle of green; I drew her to music and day; I led her the beautiful way To the land where the Winds lie between. All night I lie awake, but I fall asleep at morn; But I would see the sun rise upon the glad New-year, So, if you're waking, call me, call me early, mother dear. How sadly, I remember, rose the morning of the year! Call me before the day is born.
You are my angel, and you are my Queen. You make me feel like I can handle anything in life. For lying broad awake I thought of you and Effie dear; I saw you sitting in the With all my strength I pray'd for both, and so I felt resign'd, And up the valley came a swell of music on the wind. The building-rook 'll caw from the windy tall elm-tree, And the tufted plover pipe along the fallow lea, And the swallow 'll come back again with summer o'er the wave, But I shall lie alone, mother, within the moldering grave. There's many a bolder lad'll woo me any summer day; And I'm to be Queen o'the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o'the May. If I had lived—I cannot tell—I might have been his wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my desire of life.
Aleister Crowley 1875 — 1947 The Temple of the Holy Ghost The Court of the Profane. You are my sunshine, and you are my rainbow. They call me cruel-hearted, but I care not what they say, For I 'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I 'm to be Queen o' the May. To the river, the horrible powers Of the Beast that lurks down by the Water! You are the Queen of my heart. Call me before the day is born. There's many a black, black eye, they say, but none so bright as mine; There's Margaret and Mary, there's Kate and Caroline; But none so fair as little Alice in all the land they say, So I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. The goodness of your love.
He thought of that sharp look, mother, I gave him yesterday, But I'm to be Queen o' the May, mother, I'm to be Queen o' the May. Good-night, good-night, when I have said good-night for evermore, And you see me carried out from the threshold of the door, Don't let Effie come to see me till my grave be growing green. O, sweet and strange it seems to me, that ere this day is done The voice that now is speaking may be beyond the sun,— Forever and forever with those just souls and true,— And what is life, that we should moan? The miniature illustrating the poem of Hero to Leander was taken from the painting done by Lord Leighton, P. Life is better with you. Leaving you is impossible because loving you is mandatory. It seem'd so hard at first, mother, to leave the blessed sun.
For ever and for ever, all in a blessed And there to wait a little while till you and Effie come-- To lie within the light of And the wicked cease from troubling, and the weary are at rest. I love you more than anything on earth. Let her take 'em, they are hers; I shall never garden more; But tell her, when I'm gone, to train the rosebush that I set About the parlor-window and the box of mignonette. And for myself, indeed, I care not if I go to-day; But Effie, you must comfort her when I am past away. It is the last new-year that I shall ever see,— Then you may lay me low i' the mold, and think no more of me. Hey, my love, I want to tell you how much I love you. You are my dream come true, and I love you.
My Queen, you are my everything. It is impossible to express how much I love you for all these reasons. As my Queen, all I want to do is always love you and shield you from any pain. . My love for you, my Queen, has no boundary. I want you to be my Queen, and 18. I only wish to live till the snowdrops come again; I wish the I long to see a flower so before the day I die.
A thousand times I blest him, as he knelt beside my bed. I want to kiss you without a word. My life is a clear attestation that you are my Queen. I fell in love with a queen that never changed for a second. Good-night, sweet mother; call me before the day is born. I love you more than the universe, infinity, and beyond. Good-night, sweet mother; call me before the day is born.
If I could ask for just one thing, it would be for you to love me like no other because you are all I need to live. If I had lived—I cannot tell—I might have been his wife; But all these things have ceased to be, with my desire of life. Let her take 'em—they are hers; I shall never garden more; But tell her, when I 'm gone, to train the rosebush that I set About the parlor window and the box of mignonette. And there I move no longer now, and there his light may shine,— Wild flowers in the valley for other hands than mine. But you were sleeping; and I said, 'It's not for them, it's mine. I love you more than the stars in the sky and more than you can imagine.
I thought that it was fancy, and I listened in my bed; And then did something speak to me,—I know not what was said; For great delight and shuddering took hold of all my mind, And up the valley came again the music on the wind. The light of the passionate dawn That kissed us, and would not awaken, Grew golden and bold on the lawn; The rays of the sun are withdrawn At last, and the blossoms are shaken. Nothing compares to how you make my world lovely. But still I think it can't be long before I find release; And that good man, the clergyman, has told me words of peace. He thought I was a ghost, mother, for I was all in white, And I ran by him without speaking, like a flash of light.
