Thomas Brooks, Thames Lilies (no date)
Thames Lilies, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Is it your current want to be swallowed?
As was the desirable Ophelia.
Many search for me when Cupid has failed,
Would be safer to pick a Camellia.
People assign to me pow’r I’m without,
Can’t again be your sign of purity.
Reaching for my stem confirms any doubt,
No harm is intended just said aptly.
Then there is the matter of estranged love,
A mere flower can’t undo the root cause.
If medicinal reason, try foxglove.
The problem do not pass, for it is yours.
If wish be to put me on your table,
For such a task I am truly able.
Auguste Toulmouche, Dolce far niente (1877)
Sweet Idleness, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Sweet idleness helps to improve my mind.
To read of others in their endeavor,
Of love, seeking two hearts to be entwined.
While I’m safe without fear of displeasure.
Tales of woe often fall on my deaf ears,
Of the flagrant straying of a lover.
None to date has yet to bring me to tears.
A small smile as my heart does not suffer.
Am I the fool for keeping my heart closed?
To having lived the feeling of heartache?
To live with tragedy with heart exposed?
To be captured by an ev’r charming rake?
None do I find the least bit amusing,
Nor the thought of me, a love pursuing.
P.S. Krøyer – Summer evening on Skagen’s Beach (1893)
Beached Love, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
The blue calmness of the water moves her,
To reverie in her heart’s deepest pit.
Empty it is, that echoes does she hear,
Drowning deeper than willing to admit.
Loss so great it causes her to tremble,
For she does not know any reason why,
But to her love it is surely baneful,
Feeling the pain a tear she did not cry.
Pain would be slight had not been so happy,
With dreams of many years to spend with him,
Planning of the day when they would be three,
At this present moment her life bedim.
Can this love die of a natural cause?
To this burning question she does give pause.
Edward Brune-Jones, The Love Song (1878)
The Love Song, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
In the bower at twilight listening:
Listening to songs of your great beauty.
I close my eyes and do see you singing,
The music, don’t stop is my anxious plea.
Sing to me my beautiful nightingale,
Sing the words of our love that touch my heart,
Those which bring me to my knees ever frail.
Though we are apart your songs do impart.
Soon together again, to hear your voice,
My adoring eyes shall be opened wide,
Being rapturous that I was your choice,
And that forever you shall be my bride.
May we never again asunder be.
If to be, your love song will comfort me.
Alfred Steven, Lady in Blue (1865)
The Lady is Blue, Robert A. Sieczkiewicz
Distraught as I sit before the mirror,
For it confirms what is already known.
Many thing are not now as they once were,
Memories are now what I mostly own.
Time once spent attending gala events,
Is now consumed by funerals and wakes.
Each letter received makes me ev’r so tense,
This letter today adds to heartaches.
Gone are the days of heated love affairs,
Wonderful nights of wine and merry song.
There must be time for a few more fanfares,
The events of life are not overlong.
Tonight like last night will be spent at ease,
Reliving my favorite memories.