Thursday, January 14, 2010

A Poem by Richard Crashaw

The first entry in the series Love Poems & Other Romantic-Paraphernalia.

A love poem. Need I say more?

"Out of Catullus" - Richard Crashaw

Come and let us live, my dear,
Let us love and never fear
What the sourest fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies today
Lives again as blithe tomorrow;
But if we, dark sons of sorrow,
Set, O then how long a Night
Shuts the eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin and tell
A thousand, and a hundred score,
An hundred and a thousand more,
Till another thousand smother
That, and that wipe off another.
Thus at last, when we have numbered
Many a thousand, many a hundred,
We'll confound the reckoning quite,
And lose ourselves in wild delight:
While our joys so multiply
As shall mock the envious eye.

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