Poems (Griffith)/Look and List, Love

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Look and List, Love.
LIST, love, oh listen as the breeze  Goes softly floating by, And to thine ear 'twill sweetly breathe  My young hearths tenderest sigh; And if that breeze hath passed o'er crushed  And withered flowers, 'twill tell, In saddened cadence, of the griefs  That in my bosom dwell.           List, love.
List to the music of the stream, The far-off waterfall, And in its low tones thou wilt hear  My spirit's earnest call ​To thine, to meet me at the soft  And blessed twilight hour, Where we so oft have loved to meet  In our own wildwood bower.           List, love.
Look on the glorious hues that wave Along the sunset sky, Like heavenly banners o'er the hosts  Of angels trooping by, And thou'lt see my spirit there  Soft beckoning unto thine, To join me in that fairy realm,  And be for ever mine.           Look, love.
Look on the cloudless heavens that roll  So beautiful and fair, And think of all our earnest vows  That have their record there. ​And see! the priest of Nature now  Seems bending from above, With his own gentle hand to set  The signet of our love.           Look, love.
List to the murmurs sweet and wild  That from the ocean swell, Like the mysterious melodies  Heard in its music-shell; And they will speak of memories  That in our bosoms sleep, Unseen and beautiful, like pearls  Within the sea's blue deep.           List, love.
List to the spirit-minstrelsy  That steals from yon bright stars,As in their watch of love they float  High on their golden cars; ​And they will tell thee that the love  To our young splints given, Like theirs, shines sweetly on the earth  But has its home in heaven.           List, love.
Look, at our own dear hour of tryst,  Upon the passion-flower, I culled and laid upon thy heart  In our own favorite boner; And if thou lov'st me dearly still,  Thy gentle eye will trace The blessed story of our loves  Upon its pale, sweet face.           Look, love.
Oh! look and listen at the calm  And holy midnight hour, When love's deep charm o'er human souls  Hath strong and mystic power; ​And thou wilt see my spirit stand  Beside thee where thou art, And hear it breathe love's burning words  Into thine ear and heart.           Look and list, love.
Louisville, Ky., 1852.
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