The noise beside you, dripping coldly, purely,

The yearning to a beautiful denied you,

Voice throbs in verse.

Shall strain your powers.

Through eyelids shut.

Our requiems follow fast on our evangels,—

Ideal sweetnesses shall ov九九藏书er-glide you,

Your ears shall cross;

Most ineradicable stains, for showing

We are but orphaned spirits left in Eden

Than shall be used.

Death’s seal is put,

(Not interfused!)

Turn, gently moved!

God gave us golden cup99lib•nets, and we were bidden

The mystic hydromel is spilt, and staining

A time ago:

And wild extremes,

To feed you so.

Our voices feel along the Dread to find you,

The whole earth through.

By the foregone ye shall discern the co九九藏书ming,

Of spirits’ tears.

In all your music, our pathetic minor

For years and years,

HEARKEN, oh hearken! let your souls behind you

Hearken, oh hearken! ye shall hearken surely

No work to九-九-藏-书-网 do,

They press and pierce:

What time ye vex the desert with vain angers,

Resumed from ours.

And when upon you, weary after roaming,

Or mock with dreams.

That brighter colours were the world’s foregoing,

And all good gifts shall min９9lｉb•ｎｅtd you of diviner,

O lost, beloved!

With sense of loss.

But now our right hand hath no cup remaining,

Through the thick-shielded and strong-marshalled angels,

We shall be near you in your poet-languors