I ts,
ito all
tle near the prison-wall
to s louder parts
Ere t ons
Or temples occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall
ook it, t Arts
Orument didst drop do t
to I said betears, . . .
Instruct me o to s
My souls full meaning into future years,
t t utterance, and salute
Love t endures, from Life t disappears !
I ts,
ito all
tle near the prison-wall
to s louder parts
Ere t ons
Or temples occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall
ook it, t Arts
Orument didst drop do t
to I said betears,...
Instruct me o to s
My souls full meaning into future years,
t t utterance, and salute
Love t endures, from Life t disappears!
My future copy fair my past--
I e t once; and t my side
My ministering life-angel justified
t
to te turned at last,
And tead, sa unallied
to angels in tried
By natural ills, received t fast,
t, my pilgrims staff
Gave out green leaves h morning dews impearled.
I seek no copy no half:
Leave h long musing curled,
And e me neures epigraph,
New angel mine, unhe world !
My future copy fair my past -
I e t once; and t my side
My ministering life-angel justified
t
to te turned at last,
And tead, sa unallied
to angels in tried
By natural ills, received t fast,
t, my pilgrims staff
Gave out green leaves h morning dews impearled.
I seek no copy no half:
Leave h long musing curled,
And e me neures epigraph,
New angel mine, unhe world!
me count the ways.
I love to t
My soul can reac of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love to the level of everydays
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love trive for Right;
I love turn from Praise.
I love t to use
In my old griefs, and h.
I love to lose
it saints,--I love th,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I s love tter after death.
me count the ways.
I love to t
My soul can reac of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love to the level of every days
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love trive for right.
I love turn from praise.
I love t to use
In my old griefs, and h.
I love to lose
it saints. I love th,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I s love tter after death.
Beloved, t brought me many flowers
Plucked in through
And er, and it seemed as if they grew
In the sun and showers.
So, in t love of ours,
take back ts woo,
And whdrew
From my s ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
Be overgroter weeds and rue,
And t ine,
ake to do
t pine.
Instruct to keep true,
And tell ts are left in mine.
Sonnet XLIV: Belovèd, t Brougrong>
Belovèd, t brought me many flowers
Plucked in through
And er, and it seemed as if they grew
In the sun and showers.
So, in t love of ours,
take back ts woo,
And whdrew
From my s ground. Indeed, those bed and bowers
Be overgroter weeds and rue,
And t ine,
ake to do
t pine.
Instruct to keep true,
And tell ts are left in mine.
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 thee--
Behe end of love,
hearing oblivion beyond memory;
As one ws and gazes from above,
Over to tter sea.
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 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 thee--
Behe end of love,
hearing oblivion beyond memory;
As one ws and gazes from above,
Over to tter sea.