Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand
hy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
t my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
it t which I forbore--
touc land
Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine
it beat double. I do
And he wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, name of thine,
And sees ears of two.
Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand
hy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
t my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
it t which I forbore--
touc land
Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine
it beat double. I do
And he wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, name of thine,
And sees ears of two.
think,
Since first I steps of thy soul
Move still, oill, beside me, as tole
Bet me and ter brink
Of obvious deat to sink,
as caugo love, and taughe whole
Of life in a new rhe cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sness, S, hee anear.
try, heaven, are changed away
For here or here;
And te and song . . . loved yesterday,
(the singing angels know) are only dear
Because t in hey say.
think,
Since first I steps of thy soul
Move still, oill, beside me, as tole
Bet me and ter brink
Of obvious deat to sink,
as caugo love, and taughe whole
Of life in a new rhe cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sness, S, hee anear.
try, heaven, are changed away
For here or here;
And te and song . . . loved yesterday,
(the singing angels know) are only dear
Because t in hey say.
can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, w broughe gold
And purple of t, unstained, untold,
And laid tside of the-wall
For suco take or leave hal,
In unexpected largesse ? am I cold,
Ungrateful, t for t manifold
s, I render not all ?
Not so; not cold,--but very poor instead.
Ask God ears have run
t so dead
And pale a stuff, it fitly done
to give to thy head.
Go fart it serve to trample on.
can I give thee back, O liberal
And princely giver, w broughe gold
And purple of t, unstained, untold,
And laid tside of the wall
For suco take or leave hal,
In unexpected largesse? am I cold,
Ungrateful, t for t manifold
s, I render not all?
Not so; not cold,--but very poor instead.
Ask God ears have run
t so dead
And pale a stuff, it fitly done
to give to thy head.
Go fart it serve to trample on.
Can it be rigo give w I can give ?
to let t beneatears
As salt as mine, and he sighing years
Re-sigive
t smiles wo live
For all tions ? O my fears,
t t ! e are not peers,
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
t givers of sucs as mine are, must
Be counted , alas !
I soil t,
Nor breathy Venice-glass,
Nor give t.
Beloved, I only love t it pass.
Can it be rigo give w I can give?
to let t beneatears
As salt as mine, and he sighing years
Re-sigive
t smiles wo live
For all tions? O my fears,
t t! e are not peers,
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
t givers of sucs as mine are, must
Be counted , alas!
I soil t,
Nor breathy Venice-glass,
Nor give t.
Beloved, I only love t it pass.
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And ation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And w need
I love t
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
it proceed
Out of my face tohing low
In love, creatures
s while loving so.
And ures
Of self, and show
great work of Love enures.
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And ation. Fire is bright,
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
And love is fire. And w need
I love t
I stand transfigured, glorified aright,
it proceed
Out of my face tohing low
In love, creatures
s while loving so.
And ures
Of self, and show
great work of Love enures.