With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear

Thou dovelike help! and, when my fears would rise,

Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred

And catch the early love up in the late.

To love me, I looked forward to the moon

Be heir to those who are now exanimate.

Like callow birds left desert to the skies.

The name I used to run at, when a child,

Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,—

To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

From innocent play, read.99csw.comand leave the cowslips piled,

With the same heart, will answer and not wait.

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Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?

These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,

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That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,

For such mans love!—more like an out-of-tune

And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.

Not as to a single good, but all my good!

By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,

Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;

Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth

To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,

Yet still my heart goes to thee—ponder how—

A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float

Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear

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Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,

Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is

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Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled

Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies

And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.

To run and answer with the smile that came

Into the music of Heavens undefiled,

I did not wrong myself so, but I placed

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In the noon-sun, with souls that tre九_九_藏_書mble through

At play last moment, and went on with me

Their happy eyelids from an unaverred

I sit beneath thy looks, as children do

When I look up, to drop on a new range

To glance up in some face that proved me dear

For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

That no childs foot could run fast as this blood.

Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love.

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss

With thy broad heart serenely interpose:

I九*九*藏*書 drop a grave thought, break from solitude;

Of walls and floors, another home than this?

Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.

And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon

And be all to me? Shall I never miss

I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

That s hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,

Should for a moment stand unministered

Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow

Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy?

The sin most, but the oread.99csw.comccasion—that we two

In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue

Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same,

With the same heart, I said, Ill answer thee

Gather the north flowers to complete the south,

Yet love me—wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,

As those, when thou shalt call me by my name—

Thou comest! all is said without a word.

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

Through my obedience. When I answer now,

While I call God—call God!—So let thy mouth

Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,

When called before, I told how hastily