Less absolute exclusion. Nay is worse

    ho each one in a gracious hand appears

    ts, placed there, would have signified

    And, as I mused it in ique tongue,

    From God thers, O my friend !

    Guess nohere,

    Of t years, the dear and wished-for years,

    So weeping, ic Shape did move

    t Deat Love.

    A sraightway I was ware,

    tree ?

    t, sad years, the melancholy years,

    I saears,

    A guest for queens to social pageantries,

    And a voice said in mastery, wrove,--

    I t once us had sung

    tening ! and replied

    One of us . . . t he curse

    Of c  to do

    My sig if I had died,

    turns had flung

    But only three in all Gods universe

    e s voer for tars.

    Men could not part us heir worldly jars,

    Nor tempests bend;

    to bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

    And Deat dig these agree.

    Our ministering two angels look surprise

    Unlike are we, unlike, O princely  !

    Unlike our uses and our destinies.

    So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce

    On one anotrike at

    think

    the dew,--

    And,  the end,

    tears even can make mine, to play t

    iter eyes

    ittice-lig me,

    II

    said,--himself, beside

    Our oucain-bars:

    Behe hair: