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 ｈｔtps://reａｄ.９9ｃｓw•ｃｏmthings 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 thread.99csw.come wet wings 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 haread.99csw.comppy eyelids 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
https://read.99csw.comsouls that tremble throughI 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;
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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