I t once us had sung
Of t years, the dear and wishd-for years,
ho each one in a gracious hand appears
to bear a gift for mortals old or young:
And, as I mused it in ique tongue,
I saears
t, sad years, the melancholy years--
turns had flung
A sraightway I was ware,
So weeping, ic Shape did move
Behe hair;
And a voice said in mastery, wrove,
Guess nohere
t Deat Love.
UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one anotrike at
t
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
iter eyes
tears even can make mine, to play t
Of c to do
ittice-lig me--
A poor, tired, hrough
tree?
the dew--
And Deat dig these agree.
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.
IF t love me, let it be for naught
Except for loves sake only. Do not say,
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t
t falls in es brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--
For themselves, Beloved, may
Be c,
May be unwrougher love me for
tys wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature mig to weep, who bore
t long, and lose thereby!
But love me for loves sake, t evermore
t love on, ternity.
and up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until to fire
At eit,--ter wrong
Can t we s long
Be ented? ting higher,
the angels would press on us, and aspire
to drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rat
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
it.