Were most impossible failure, if I strove

To hear my music in its louder parts

When the sob took it, thy divinest Arts

Hearing oblivion beyond memory;

From my hearts ground. Indeed, those bed and bowers

And write me new my futures epigraph,

Beholding, besides love, the end of love,

Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

Since sorrow hath shut me safe in loves divine,

My souls full meaning into future years,

For we two look two ways, and cannot shine

I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;

Thy fowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.

With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.

With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all

While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrims staff

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,

My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight

As on a bee in a crystalline;

By natural ills, received the comfort fast,

By natural ills, received the comfort fast,

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To hear my music in its louder parts

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That they should lend it utterance, and salute

Plucked in the garden, all the summer through

Here s ivy !--take them, as I used to do

I seek no copy now of lifes first half:

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,

Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers

Love that endures, from Life that disappears !

I love thee to the level of everydays

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world !

To fail so. But I look on thee--on thee--

Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall

And which on warm and cold days I withdrew

Were most impossible failure, if I strove

With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.

Who paused a little near the prison-wall

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

To the white九*九*藏*書 throne of God, I turned at last,

Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

I seek no copy now of lifes first half:

Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,

Plucked in the garden, all the summer through

Hearing oblivion beyond memory;

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,

And which on warm and cold days I withdrew

And to spread wing and fly in the outer air

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,

Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear

I love thee to the level of every days

My ministering life-angel justified

I wrote that once; and thinking at my side

In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith.

And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied

Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.

And tell thy soul their roots are left in mine.

My future will not copy fair my past -

I shall but love thee better after death.

For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrims staff

Instruct me how to thank thee ! Oh, to shoot

And there, instead, saw thee, not unalli九_九_藏_書ed

New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

With my lost saints,--I love thee with the breath,

I shall but love thee better after death.

And wait thy weeding; yet heres eglantine,

Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.

And winter, and it seemed as if they grew

For the ends of being and ideal grace.

My future will not copy fair my past--

With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all

Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear

I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.

On me thou lookest with no doubting care,

As on a bee shut in a crystalline;

Ere they went onward, each one to the marts

To hearken what I said between my tears,...

Ere they went onward, each one to the marts

As one who sits and gazes from above,

So, in the like name of that love of ours,

Over the rivers to the bitter sea.

My ministering life-angel justified

Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.

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From my hearts ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers

Or temples occupation, beyond call.

How do I love thee ? Let me count the ways.

But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall

Leave here the pages with long musing curled,

Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,

And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.

My souls full meaning into future years,

I love thee with the passion put to use

When the sob took it, thy divinest Arts

And wait thy weeding; yet heres eglantine,

To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried

So, in the like name of that love of ours,

In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.

In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith.

With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,

On me thou lookest with no doubting care,

To angels in thy soul ! Then I, long tried

In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.

To fail so. But I look on thee--on thee--

The word by his appealing look upcast

Who paused a little near the prison-wall

Gave out green leavesread.99csw.com with morning dews impearled.

Love that endures, from Life that disappears!

And write me new my futures epigraph,

Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,

I love thee with the passion put to use

As one who sits and gazes from above,

Beholding, besides love, the end of love,

Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot

To the white throne of God, I turned at last,

Heres ivy!--take them, as I used to do

Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.

To hearken what I said between my tears, . . .

Or temples occupation, beyond call.

Since sorrow hath shut me safe in loves divine

Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,

The word by his appealing look upcast

Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

I wrote that once; and thinking at my side

I love thee to the depth and breadth and height

Leave here the pages with long musing curled,

For we two look two ways, and cannot shine

Over the rivers to the bitter sea.

I love thee freely, as men strive for right.