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.