XXXI-XXXV
Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
Thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise,
In that last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue
Should for a moment stand unministered
Lo, the vain promise ! is the same, the same,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
For such mans love !--more like an out-of-tune
These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,
I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,
Of walls and floors, another home than this ?
Yes, call me by my pet-n九-九-藏-書ame ! let me hear
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
Through my obedience. When I answer now,
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
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That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
XXXV
To conquer grief, tries more, as all thin九九藏書gs prove;
Into the music of Heavens undefiled,
XXXIII
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
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To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
When I look up, to drop on a new range
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
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When called before, I told how hastily
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
The name I used to run at, when a child,
Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow
And fold within the wet wingｒｅad.９9ｃsw•coｍs of thy dove.
Yet still my heart goes to thee--ponder how--
Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love.
Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,--
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
XXXI
That s hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,
Thou comest ! all is said without a word.
For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
While I call God--call God !--So let thy mouth
Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
XXXIV
Their happy ey九*九*藏*書elids from an unaverred
And catch the early love up in the late.
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Not as to a single good, but all my good !
The sin most, but the occasion--that we two
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By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
In the noon-sun, with soul九*九*藏*書s that tremble through
I drop a grave thought, break from solitude;
That no childs foot could run fast as this blood.
At play last moment, and went on with me
And be all to me ? Shall I never miss
With the same heart, I said, Ill answer thee
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
To run and answer with the smile that came
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
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Yet love me--wilt thou ? Open thine heart wide,
XXXII
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss