Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer,

The angels would press on us and aspire

The lilies of our lives may reassure

A place to stand and love in for a day,

By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace

I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange

Were changed to long despairs, till Gods own grace

My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !

Rather on earth, Beloved,--where the unfit

Should seem a cuckoo-song, as thou dost treat it,

While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead

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Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine--

As brighter ladies do not count it strange,

I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,

I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read

Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

Then, love me, Love ! look on me--breathe on me !

Say thou dost love me, love me, love me--toll

Let the worlds sharpness, like a clasping knife,

Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain

The silver iterance !--only minding, Dear,

Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife

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Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.

While thine doth close above it, mediating

Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?

Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted

Their blossoms from their roots, accessible

Which its own nature doth precipitate,

And sorrow after sorrow took the place

Be here contented ? Think. In mounting higher,

Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne

Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,

Of all those natural joys as lightly worn

Say over again, and yet once over again,

When our two souls stand up erect and strong,

Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn

At either curved point,--what bitter wrong

Deep being ! Fast it sinketh, as a thing

Remember, never to the hill or plain,

To love me also in silence with thy soul.

And would the sun for thee more coldly shine

That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated

Until thttps://read.99csw.comhe lengthening wings break into fire

But . . . so much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine

Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.

In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,

To drop some golden orb of perfect song

God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.

Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?

Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,

Are weak to injure. Very whitely still

Cry, Speak once more--thou lovest ! Who can fear

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With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

After the click of the shutting. Life to life--

From year to year until I saw thy face,

And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

And isolate pure spirits, and permit

Growing straight, out of mans reach, on the hill.

For love, to give up acres and degree,

My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring

Can the earth do to us, that we should not long

Contrarious moods of men recoil away

Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year ?

And let us hear no sound of human strife