Take it. My day of youth went yesterday;

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

My hand to hold my spirit so far off

Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,

Over the rivers to the bitter sea.

From thence into their ears. Gods will devotes

By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

Even so, Beloved, I at last record,

As purply black, as erst to Pindars eyes

Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief

Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth,

How it shook when alone. Why, conquering

Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow

May prove as lordly and complete a thing

To a maread.99csw.comn, Dearest, except this to thee,

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

Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,

The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart

Because thou art more noble and like a king,

To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,

I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,

And strike up and strike off the general roar

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

And rend the garment of my life, in brief,

Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

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

God set between his After and Before,

No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.

Still lingers on thy curlhttps://read.99csw.com, it is so black !

For we two look two ways, and cannot shine

Commend my woman-love to thy belief,--

And to spread wing and fly in the outer air

Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,

The bay-crowns shade, Beloved, I surmise,

Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

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

I never gave a lock of hair away

On me thou lookest with no doubting care,

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

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

My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes

Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

In a serene air purely. Antidotes

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

Beholding, besides love, the end of love,

Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling

I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach

A hope, to sing by gladly ? or a fine

And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;

And yet, because thou overcomest so,

In lifting upward, as in crushing low !

Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside

Were most impossible failure, if I strove

Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear

In words, of love hid in me out of reach.

I ring out to the full九九藏書 brown length and say

Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,

The kiss my mother left here when she died.

The love I bear thee, finding words enough,

Too close against thine heart henceforth to know

With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.

And from my poets forehead to my heart

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

Between our faces, to cast light on each ?--

Since sorrow hath shut me safe in loves divine,

From myself--me--that I should bring thee proof

And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,

Through sorrows trick. I thought the funeral-shears

Mankinds forlornest uses, thou canst pour

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

As on a bee shut in a crystalline;

I barter curl for curl upon that mart,

The souls Rialto hath its merchandise;

Of medicated music, answering for

As girls do, any more: it only may

Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse ?

Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.

As one who sits and gazes from above,

Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats

Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,--

I rise above abasement at the word.

Hearing oblivion beyond memory;

And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword

My hair no longer bounds to my foots glee,