Sonnet 11 - And to love can be desert

    XI

    And to love can be desert,

    I am not all unhy. Cheeks as pale

    As trembling knees t fail

    to bear t,amp;mdash;

    trel-life t once

    to climb Aornus, and can scarce avail

    to pipe no tingale

    A melanc

    to t is plain

    I am not of thy place!

    And yet, because I love tain

    From t same love ting grace,

    to live on still in love, and yet in vain,amp;mdash;

    to bless t renounce to thy face.

    Sonnet 12 - Indeed t

    XII

    Indeed t,

    And o brow,

    Doth a ruby large enow

    to dra,amp;mdash;

    to ttermost,

    I s love  thou

    set me an example, shown me how,

    t eyes h mine were crossed,

    And love called love. And t speak

    Of love even, as a good thing of my own:

    tc and weak,

    And placed it by throne,amp;mdash;

    And t I love (O soul,  be meek!)

    Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

    Sonnet 13 - And  to speecrong>

    XIII

    And  to speech

    thee, finding words enough,

    And orc, whe winds are rough,

    Beto cast light on each?amp;mdash;

    I drop it at t. I cannot teach

    My o  so far off

    From myselfamp;mdas I shee proof

    In words, of love  of reach.

    Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

    Commend my o thy belief,amp;mdash;

    Seeing t I stand unwon, however wooed,

    And rend t of my life, in brief,

    By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

    Lest one touc convey its grief

    Sonnet 14 - If t love me, let it be for nougrong>

    XIV

    If t love me, let it be for nought

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    I love her for her smileamp;mdash;her lookamp;mdash;her way

    Of speaking gently,amp;mdasrick of t

    t falls in es brought

    A sense of pleasant ease on such a dayamp;mdash;

    For themselves, Beloved, may

    Be c,

    May be unwrougher love me for

    tys wiping my cheeks dry,amp;mdash;

    A creature mig to weep, who bore

    t long, and lose thereby!

    But love me for loves sake, t evermore

    t love on, ternity.

    Sonnet 15 - Accuse me not, beseec I rong>

    XV

    Accuse me not, beseec I wear

    too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

    For  shine

    it on our brow and hair.

    On me t ing care,

    As on a bee s in a crystalline;

    Since sorrow  me safe in loves divine,

    And to spread er air

    ere most impossible failure, if I strove

    to fail so. But I look on theeamp;mdash;

    Behe end of love,

    hearing oblivion beyond memory;

    As one ws and gazes from above,

    Over to tter sea.