With conscience of the new rays that proceed

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done

Can it be right to give what I can give?

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,

X

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine

Serenely in the sunshine as before,

And love is fire. And when I say at need

In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures

That givers of such gi九_九_藏_書fts as mine are, must

For such as I to take or leave withal,

High gifts, I render nothing back at all?

Nor give thee any love—which were unjust.

God for myself, He hears that name of thine,

Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show

(The singing angels know) are only dear

And what I feel, across the inferior features

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink

For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;

VII

Nor breread.99csw.comathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Ungrateful, that for these most manifold

Who love God, God accepts while loving so.

That this can scarce be right! We are not peers,

Because thy name moves right in what they say.

I love thee . . . mark! . . . I love thee—in thy sight

I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

VIII

VI

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

Of obvious death, where I, who thttps://read.99csw.comhought to sink,

Go farther! let it serve to trample on.

And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

And princely giver, who hast brought the gold

Out of my face toward thine. Theres nothing low

Was caught up into love, and taught the whole

Of individual life, I shall command

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

Wiｒｅad.99csｗ•ｃｏｍth pulses that beat double. What I do

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

Alone upon the threshold of my door

IX

In unexpected largesse? am I cold,

Without the sense of that which I forbore—

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole

The names of country, heaven, are changed away

And laid them on the outside of the-wall

Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run

Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole

Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

What can I ghtｔps://rｅaｄ•９9cｓw•cｏmive thee back, O liberal

Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

The face of all the world is changed, I think,

And what I dream include thee, as the wine

And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.

For all thy adjurations? O my fears,

To give the same as pillow to thy head.

And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,

The colors from my life, and left so dead

Not so; not cold,—but very poor instead.

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

How that great work of Love enhances Natures.