I

    But he yew,

    And he sea-blue.

    II

    Because I fear you, oo fair,

    And able to strangle my soul in a mesh of your golfd-coloured hair.

    III

    O, ss are quickly undone,

    And too mucy, I reckon, is not too much sun.

    IV

    Yet fareal at times.

    I value your er, he limes.

    V

    O, shrough a fence:

    If tter? wense?

    VI

    But I, her, when love was free,

    to love her alone, alone, who alone from afar loves me.

    VII

    , sold.

    ill you voo be safe from tuesday, and t will hold?

    VIII

    But you, er, a young child, who was laid

    In your lap to be pure; so I leave you: t;

    IX

    O, s of the way;

    And Dora, tay.

    X

    At which he rose up in his anger,--hy now, you no longer are fair!

    al, but ugly and eful, I swear.

    XI

    At w in hese men overnice,

    virtuous is frankly put on by a vice.

    XII

    her eyes blazed upon him--And you! You bring us your vices so near

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    XIII

    reason  rigo your soul from my life,--

    to find me so fair as a woman? hy, sir, I am pure, and a wife.

    XIV

    Is tar too fair up above you? It burns you not. Dare you imply

    I brusar does, wer  me as high?

    XV

    If a man finds a oo fair, ed too much

    to use unlaal. thank you for such?

    XVI

    too fair?--not unless you misuse us! and surely if, once in a while,

    You attain to it, straigoo fair, but too vile.

    XVII

    A moment,--I pray your attention!--I have a poor word in my head

    I must utter, tom  it doter unsaid.

    XVIII

    You greo impertinence, once when I showed you a ring.

    You kissed my fan ter! Ive broken thing.

    XIX

    You did me to be moved at my side nohen

    In to beasts and some men.

    XX

    Loves a virtue for e as the snow on high hills,

    And immortal as every great soul is t struggles, endures, and fulfils.

    XXI

    I love my alter profoundly,--you, Maude, tered a week,

    For t is it--an eyebroill, a mole on the cheek?

    XXII

    And since, o stoop to t

    About crimes irresistable, virtues t sray and supplant.

    XXIII

    I determined to prove to yourself t,  dream or avow

    By illusion, you ed precisely no more of me than you have now.

    XXIV

    tand, if you can,

    t the palm of a man.

    XXV

    Drop   you a scar--

    You take us for s, I tell you, and not for the women we are.

    XXVI

    You  ter! And so at the end

    I vo  be mulcted, by me, in the hand of a friend.

    XXVII

    you indeed? e are quits ter, be mine!

    Come, Dora, my darling, my angel, and o ask o dine.