And breathe within thy shadow a new air,

And let them drop down on my knee to-night.

And yet they seem alive and quivering

I will not have my thoughts instead of thee

As now these tears come--falling hot and real ?

But soon their trailing purple was not free

This said, I am thine--and so its ink has paled

Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,

Beloved, dost thou love ? or did I see all

Who camest to me when the world was gone,

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I lived with visions for my company

And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown

In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,

Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite

My soul with satisfaction of all wants:

Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst come--to be,

To come and touch my hand . . . a simple thing,

Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood

About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,

May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,

And I myself grew faint and blind below

Inst九_九_藏_書ead of men and women, years ago,

A sweefer music than they played to me.

Shines out again, as all the angels see,

On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow,

Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee

I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.

A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully

And I who looked for only God, found thee !

Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,

For my souls eyes ? Will that light come again,

Refer the cause ?--Beloved, is it thou

With Iying at my heart that beat thttps://read.99csw.comoo fast.

From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,

I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad.

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

Against my tremulous hands which loose the string

As he, in his swooning ears, the choirs Amen.

Met in thee, and from out thee overcame

If, what this said, I dared repeat at last !

Because Gods gifts put mans best dreams to shame.

The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when

Their songs, their splendors (better, yet t九_九_藏_書he same,

Make witness, here, between the good and bad,

And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee

That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.

Looks backward on the tedious time he had

And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How

Before thy saving kiss ! My own, my own,

Of this worlds dust, their lutes did silent grow,

Too vehement light dilated my ideal,

As if Gods future thundered on my past.

Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed

Or I, who makes me sad ? The acolyte

As one who stands in dewless asphodel

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Yet I wept for it !--this, . . . the papers light . . .

Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,

Put out broad leaves, and soon there s nought to see

And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know

And this . . . O Love, thy words have ill availed

I see thine image through my tears to-night,

My letters ! all dead paper, mute and white !

Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered, everywhere !

Except the straggling green which hides the wood.

This said,--he wished to have me in his sight