No other is soft in the rhythm;

Oh, never call it loving!

Glance lightly, on their removing;

With the breadth of heaven betwixt you;

But love seeks truer loving.

Go, lady! lean to the night-guitar,

But her silence says - what she httｐｓ://rｅａd.９９csｗ.ｃｏｍnever will swear -

Unless you can muse in a crowd all day

At the voice of an in-door singer.

Unless you can think, when the song is done,

Unless you can die when the dream is past -

Unless you can love, as the angels may,

Oh, fear to call it lovinread•９9cｓｗ•ｃｏmg!

She trembles her fan in a sweetness dumb,

Oh, each a worthy lover!

And drop a smile to the bringer;

She will lie to none with her fair red lip:

Through behoving and unbehoving;

That all men else go with him;

They "give her time"; for her soul must s九九藏書lip

With a glance for one, and a glance for some,

Then smile as sweetly, when he is far,

And join new vows to old perjuries -

Unless you can swear "For life, for death!" -

Unless you can dream that his faith is fast,

Unless you can know, when unpraised by his bre九_九_藏_書ath,

But dare not call it loving!

From her eyelids rising and falling;

Of a purse well filled, and a heart well tried -

On the absent face that fixed you;

Bask tenderly beneath tender eyes;

Unless you can feel, when left by One,

She has counted six, and over,

Hears bold words, u九_九_藏_書nreproving;

As her thoughts were beyond recalling;

Where the world has set the grooving;

She has laughed as softly as if she sighed,

Speaks common words with a blushful air,

That your beauty itself wants proving;

And love seeks better loving.