Oh Lift Me!

Percy Bysshe Shelly 1792-1822

Joseph Severn's portrait of Percy Bysshe Shelley. The radical 19th century poet practiced the politics of the plate. For Shelley and other liberals of his day, keeping sugar out of tea was a political statement against slavery.

Joseph Severn’s portrait of Percy Bysshe Shelley. 

Oh lift me from the grass!

I die! I faint! I fail!

Let thy love and kisses rain

On my lips and eyelids pale.

My cheek is cold and white alas!

My heart beats loud and fast:-

Oh! Press it to thine own again,

Where it will break at last.

We Who Have Love

We who have love, alas! may not be friends,

Too faint, or yet too fierce the stifled fire-

A random spark-and and lo! our dread desire

Leaps into flame, as through to make


For chill, blank days,and with strange fury


The dying embers of Love’s funeral pyre.

Electric, charged anew, the living wire

A burning message through our torpor


Could we but pledge with loyal hearts and


A friend worthy of the fair, full past,

Now  mutilate, and lost beyond recall,

Then might a Phoenix from its ashes rise

Fit for a soul flight; but we find, aghast,

Love must be nothing if not all in all. ~Corinne Roosevelt Robinson


What say you?



My one true desire, confession from the mad Dater

We all have one true desire, whether we want to admit it out loud or keep it to ourselves, it is to be loved. No, to be truly loved unconditionally. When I read the poem, ” An Evil Spirit” from the book of Love, it reminded me, while I am search for my life partner as the Mad Dater, How I missed all the desires that true love can invoke.


An Evil Spirit~ Michael Drayton

An evil spirit, your beauty haunts me still,

Wherewith ( alas) I have been long possess’d,

which ceaseth not to tempt me to each ill,

Nor gives me once,but one poor minute’s


In me it speaks, whether I sleep or wake,

And when by means, to drive it out I try,

With greater torments then it me doth take,

And tortures me in most extremity;

Before my face, it lays down my despairs,

And hastes me unto a sudden death;

Now tempting me, to drown myself in tears,

And then in sighing, to give up my breath;

Thus am I still provok’d to every evil,

By this good wicked spirit, sweet angel



Beautiful. What say You?