Less absolute exclusion. Nay is worse
ho each one in a gracious hand appears
ts, placed there, would have signified
And, as I mused it in ique tongue,
From God thers, O my friend !
Guess nohere,
Of t years, the dear and wished-for years,
So weeping, ic Shape did move
t Deat Love.
A sraightway I was ware,
tree ?
t, sad years, the melancholy years,
I saears,
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
And a voice said in mastery, wrove,--
I t once us had sung
tening ! and replied
One of us . . . t he curse
Of c to do
My sig if I had died,
turns had flung
But only three in all Gods universe
e s voer for tars.
Men could not part us heir worldly jars,
Nor tempests bend;
to bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And Deat dig these agree.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
On one anotrike at
think
the dew,--
And, the end,
tears even can make mine, to play t
iter eyes
ittice-lig me,
II
said,--himself, beside
Our oucain-bars:
Behe hair: