Who Is More Happy?

Who is more happy, when, with heart’s content,
Fatigued he sinks into some pleasant lair
Of wavy grass, and reads a debonair
And gentle tale of love and languishment?

~ John Keats

The Scent Of Fresh Green Grass

The scent of fresh green grass surrounded us
As through the fields of Wynnstay Hall we walked.

~ Poetictouch

Be Near Me When My Light Is Low

Be near me when my light is low,
When the blood creeps, and the nerves prick
And tingle; and the heart is sick,
And all the wheels of Being slow.

~ Alfred Lord Tennyson

Her Red Velvet Rose

With her soft fingers,
She tenderly caresses
Her red velvet rose.

~ Poetictouch

A Red, Red Rose

O my Luve is like a red, red rose
That’s newly sprung in June;
O my Luve is like the melody
That’s sweetly played in tune.

~ Robert Burns

Gazing At The Moon

Dark is the night sky:
By the gloomy sea she stands,
Gazing at the moon.

~ Poetictouch

Immersed In A Book Of Verse

Amid the green leaves,
On a branch she sits, immersed
In a book of verse.

~ Poetictouch