Sloo ings, quick s O,
first and loved, I did not build
Upon t mean
to last, a love set pendulous between
Sorrohrilled,
Distrusting every lig seemed to gild
to overlean
A finger even. And, though I have grown serene
And strong since t God has willed
A still reneroth . . .
Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,
tual kiss drop doh
As an unohe lips being cold.
And Love, be false ! if o keep one oath,
Must lose one joy, by ar foretold.
Because t to see,
Of all t strong divineness which I know
For thee, an image only so
Formed of t to s and break.
It is t distant years ake
ty, recoiling h a blow,
o undergo
t and dread, and blindly to forsake
ty of likeness and distort
t love to a erfeit:
As if a s,
o commemorate,
S a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort
And vibrant tail, emple-gate.
First time only kissed
te;
And ever since, it grew more clean and we,
Pardon, o my soul should make,
I could not ,
t first kiss. t
t, and soughe forehead, and half missed,
he hair. O beyond meed !
t he chrism of love, which loves own crown,
itifying sness, did precede.
third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,
I have been proud and said, My love, my own.
Because t t the grace
to look this mask of me
(Against hus blanchingly
itrue face,
tness of lifes race,--
Nor all wired of all, self-viewed,--
t same souls distracting lethargy,
tient angel ing for a place
In the new heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,
Nor Gods infliction, nor deaths neighborhood,
Nor all o go,
Not, teach me so
to pour out gratitude, as t, good !