How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?

Because thou art more noble and like a king,

Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,

And from my poets forehead to my heart

Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?

Mankinds forlornest uses, thou canst pour

Who cannot guess Gods presence out of sight.

Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--

To one who lifts him from the bloody earth;

Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats

A grave, on which to rest from singing ? Choose.

Here ends my strife. If <i>thou</i> invite me forth,

Thou sawest growing ! Atheists are as dull,

Through sorrows trick. I thought the funeral-shears

Struck by thy possible hand,--why, thus I drink

A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine

The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart,...

They never could fall off at any blow

The souls Rialto hath its merchandise;

As girls do, any more: it only may

And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;

Of medicated music, answering for

Because thou art more noble and like a king,

Mread.99csw.comy poet, thou canst touch on all the notes

I ring out to the full brown length and say

In lifting upward, as in crushing low!

As purply black, as erst to Pindars eyes

And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink

I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,

Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside

Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,

Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white

Take it thou,--finding pure, from all those years,

No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.

As purply black, as erst to Pindars eyes

How it shook when alone. Why, conquering

The bay-crowns shade, Beloved, I surmise,

Belovèd, my Belovèd, when I think

Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--

I barter curl for curl upon that mart,

I rise above abasement at the word.

Of medicated music, answering for

The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart, . . .

A shade, in which to sing--of palm or pine ?

Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,

How it shook when alone. Why, conquering

And yet, because thou overcomest so,

Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,

What time I sat alone here in the snow

I never gave a lock of hair away

Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,

Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white

That thou wast in the world a year ago,

And from my poets forehead to my heart

Take it. My day of youth went yesterday;

Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.

Too close against thine heart henceforth to know

And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink

Struck by thy possible hand,--why, thus I drink

Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse ?

How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use ?

Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

My hair no longer bounds to my foots glee,

The kiss my mother left here when she died.

God set between his After and Before,

With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull

I rise above abasement at the word.

And strike up and strike off the general roar

And lay the gift 九九藏書where nothing hindereth;

I barter curl for curl upon that mart,

My hair no longer bounds to my foots glee,

To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,

Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling

In lifting upward, as in crushing low !

A shade, in which to sing--of palm or pine?

And strike up and strike off the general roar

Went counting all my chains as if that so

Who cannot guess Gods presence out of sight.

The kiss my mother left here when she died.

Never to feel thee thrill the day or night

Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats

Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside

Take it thou,--finding pure, from all those years,

Still lingers on thy curl, it so black!

Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack

They never could fall off at any blow

In a serene air purely. Antidotes

Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth,

What time I sat alone here in the snow

Beloved, my Beloved, when I think

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Even so, Belovèd, I at last record,

The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart

No moment at thy voice, but, link by link

In a serene air purely. Antidotes

Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black !

Would take this first, but Love is justified,--

I never gave a lock of hair away

Even so, Beloved, I at last record,

With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull

No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.

Mankinds forlornest uses, thou canst pour

And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword

Too close against thine heart henceforth to know

May prove as lordly and complete a thing

Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack

The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart

To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,

Would take this first, but Love is justified,--

Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,

Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull

God set between his After and Before,

Never to feel thee thrill the day or night

Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.

I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,

Went read.99csw.comcounting all my chains as if that so

A hope, to sing by gladly ? or a fine

A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.

And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword

And yet, because thou overcomest so,

From thence into their ears. Gods will devotes

Of lifes great cup of wonder ! Wonderful,

As girls do, any more: it only may

The bay-crowns shade, Belovèd, I surmise,

I ring out to the full brown length and say

Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow

Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling

Through sorrows trick. I thought the funeral-shears

Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow

Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

From thence into their ears. Gods will devotes

To a man, dearest, except this to thee,

May prove as lordly and complete a thing

No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,

Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes

The souls Rialto hath its merchandise;

That thou wast in the world a year ago,

Of lifes great cup of wonder! Wonderful,