That all her thoughts may like the linnet be,

May well be of all evil chances chief.

My mind, because the minds that I have loved,

Because of her opinionated mind

The heart-revealing intimacy

Are innocence and beauty born?

Loved and thought himself beloved,

Hearts are not had as a gift but hearts are earned

And many a poor man that has roved,

Whereby the Horn of Plenty is undone.

Barter that horn and every good

May she become a flourishing hidden tree

Yet many, that have played the fool

And later had much trouble f九_九_藏_書rom a fool,

In the elms above the flooded stream;

Lose natural kindness and maybe

Considering that, all hatred driven hence,

And learns at last that it is self-delighting,

That chooses right, and never find a friend.

Being made beautiful overmuch,

Or hers before a looking-glass, for such,

Yet knows that to be choked with hate

Assault and battery of the wind

A crazy salad with their meat

She can, though every face should scowl

And may her bridegroom bring her to a house

Bred on the Atlantic, can be stay九_九_藏_書ed;

Because of the great gloom that is in my mind.

In courtesy Id have her chiefly learned;

Nor but in merriment a quarrel.

Ceremonys a name for the rich horn,

By quiet natures understood

And heard the sea-wind scream upon the tower,

From a glad kindness cannot take his eyes.

Once more the storm is howling, and half hid

My child sleeps on. There is no obstacle

If theres no hatred in a mind

Beauty to make a strangers eye distraught,

Out of the murderous innocence of the sea.

Under this cradle-hood and coverliread.99csw.comd

Out of the mouth of Plentys horn,

For arrogance and hatred are the wares

Its certain that fine women eat

An intellectual hatred is the worst,

But Gregorys wood and one bare hill

How but in custom and in ceremony

Have I not seen the loveliest woman born

So let her think opinions are accursed.

Imagining in excited reverie

O may she live like some green laurel

Being fatherless could have her way

That the future years had come,

And that its own sweet will is Heavens will;

And under the arches of the bridge, and scr九九藏書eam

Consider beauty a sufficient end,

Where alls accustomed, ceremonious;

Rooted in one dear perpetual place.

And have no business but dispensing round

Self-appeasing, self-affrighting,

Prosper but little, has dried up of late,

I have walked and prayed for this young child an hour

The soul recovers radical innocence

Peddled in the thoroughfares.

Or every bellows burst, be happy still.

Nor but in merriment begin a chase,

For beautys very self, has charm made wise,

Their magnanimities of sound,

By those that are not entirely https://read.99csw.combeautiful;

And every windy quarter howl

And for an hour I have walked and prayed

Helen being chosen found life flat and dull

May she be granted beauty and yet not

Dancing to a frenzied drum,

Whereby the haystack- and roof-levelling wind,

The sort of beauty that I have approved,

Can never tear the linnet from the leaf.

While that great Queen, that rose out of the spray,

Yet chose a bandy-leggèd smith for man.

And custom for the spreading laurel tree.

For an old bellows full of angry wind?