Go farther ! let it serve to trample on.

The colours from my life, and left so dead

Serenely in the sunshine as before,

And laid them on the outside of the-wall

And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul

Who love God, God accepts while loving so.

Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore

Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

And what I feel, across the inferior features

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

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run

With pulses that beat double. What I do

And love is fire. And when I say at need

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

The names of country, heaven, are changed away

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

For such as I to take or leave withal,

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

And what I feel, across the inferior features

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

Was caught up into love, and taught the 九*九*藏*書whole

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

I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

The names of country, heaven, are changed away

Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole

God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

And laid them on the outside of the wall

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.

And what I dream include thee, as the wine

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

Because thy name moves right in what they say.

Was caught up into love, and taught the whole

(The singing angels know) are only dear

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

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Serenely in the sunshine as before,

Ungrateful, that for these most manifold

Can it be right to give what I can give ?

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas !

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

What can I give thee back, O liberal

Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

Beloved, I九_九_藏_書 only love thee ! let it pass.

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

Without the sense of that which I forbore--

And what I dream include thee, as the wine

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

And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,

For all thy adjurations ? O my fears,

Out of my face toward thine. Theres nothing low

To give the same as pillow to thy head.

Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine

God for myself, He hears that name of thine,

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

And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,

I will not soil thy purple with my dust,

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

In unexpected largesse? am I cold,

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

With conscience of the new rays that proceed

Who love God, God accepts while loving so.

Leaps in the flameread.99csw.com from cedar-plank or weed:

Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,

Re-sighing on my lips renunciative

Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,

And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done

Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.

Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,

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

In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures

The colors from my life, and left so dead

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink

And love is fire. And when I say at need

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine

How that great work of Love enhances Natures.

As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years

And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.

Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!

Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink

Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul

Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done

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

Can it be right to give what I can give?

God for myself, He hears that name of th九-九-藏-書ine,

Of individual life, I shall command

How that great work of Love enhances Natures.

Ungrateful, that for these most manifold

I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole

Go farther! let it serve to trample on.

And princely giver, who hast brought the gold

In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

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

And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,

Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live

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

High gifts, I render nothing back at all?

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

For such as I to take or leave withal,

High gifts, I render nothing back at all ?

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

With pulses that beat double. What I do

In unexpected largesse ? am I cold,

Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show

And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.

Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

Without the sense of that which I forbore--

What can I give thee back, O liberal

Out of my face toward thine. Theres nothing low

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears

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

For all thy adjurations? O my fears,

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

(The singing angels know) are only dear

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

With conscience of the new rays that proceed

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

And princely giver, who hast brought the gold

That givers of such gifts as mine are, must

To give the same as pillow to thy head.

Of individual life, I shall command

Because thy name moves right in what they say.

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