Poems

Chapter 83: LOVE-WEAKNESS.

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This collection gathers lyrical pieces that trace the day's and year's cycles, moving through sunrise, morning, noonday, sunset, moonlight and seasonal scenes. It pairs brief landscape lyrics with sonnets, songs, and occasional narrative ballads, blending vivid natural description—mountains, streams, birds, and coastal views—with meditative reflections on mortality, faith, memory, and poetic ambition. The tone alternates between pastoral celebration and sober contemplation, favoring clear sensory detail, moral sentiment, and accessible stanza forms that foreground feeling and observation over formal experimentation.

LOVE-WEAKNESS.

I canna' get my mouth about it,

It lies so deeply on my heart,

That aye when trying to divulge it,

My thoughts fly somehow all apart.

Were I to learn the best confession

That e'er by pen of man was writ,

To try to speak it in her presence

I should not have the power or wit.

As in the rose's opening petals

Devotion pure is ever spread,

So in the flushings of my countenance

She my heart's feelings must have read.

Oh! gladly anywhere I'd venture,

Dare anything to prove it true;

But to disclose my ardent passion

Is just the thing I canna' do.

I canna' get my mouth about it,

It lies so deeply on my heart,

That aye when trying to divulge it,

My thoughts fly somehow all apart.