If my lover were a comet
Hung in air,
I would braid my leaping body
In his hair.
Yea, if they buried him ten leagues
Beneath the loam,
My fingers they would learn to dig
And I’d plunge home!
Browse the list below for poems about weddings and marriage.
|Sonnet 8 [Set me where as the sun doth parch the green]||Henry Howard|
|1608||Let me not to the marriage of true minds (Sonnet 116)||William Shakespeare|
|1647||Of Love: A Sonnet||Robert Herrick|
|1647||To Sylvia, To Wed||Robert Herrick|
|1677||To My Dear and Loving Husband||Anne Bradstreet|
|1699||The maidens came|
|1817||Sonnet VII [O Solitude! if I must with thee dwell]||John Keats|
|1817||Endymion, Book I, [A thing of beauty is a joy for ever]||John Keats|
|1849||In Memoriam, Epilogue, [O true and tried, so well and long]||Lord Alfred Tennyson|