I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

To glance up in some face that proved me dear

And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.

Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow

At play last moment, and went on with me

Should for a moment stand unministered

Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love.

For grief indeed is love and grief beside.

With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear

Yet love me—wilt thou? Open thine heart wide,

To love me, I looked forward to the moon

A wrong on thee. For perfect st九*九*藏*书*网rains may float

To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon

To run and answer with the smile that came

And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred

While I call God—call God!—So let thy mouth

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath

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Thou dovelike help! and, when my fears would rise,

Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth

Be heir to those who are now exanimate.

These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,

Like callow birds left desert to the skies.

The name I usedhttｐ://wwｗ•9９lｉｂ•ｎｅt to run at, when a child,

Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?

In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through

Through my obedience. When I answer now,

As those, when thou shalt call me by my name—

Of walls and floors, another home than this?

Not as to a single good, but all my good!

Gather the north flowers to complete the south,

And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.

Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange

Yes, call me by my pet-http://wｗw.9９ｌｉｂ.nｅtname! let me hear

That no childs foot could run fast as this blood.

I drop a grave thought, break from solitude;

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Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same,

And catch the early love up in the late.

When called before, I told how hastily

With the same heart, I said, Ill answer thee

That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,

By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,

Their happy eyelids from an unaverred

And be all to me? Shall I never miss

Yet still my heart goes to thee—ponder ho

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From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,

XXXIII

When I look up, to drop on a new range

With thy broad heart serenely interpose:

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Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.

Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,—

In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue

Thou comest! all is said without a word.

Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss

Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,

I sit beneath thy looks, as children do

With the same heart, will answer and not wait.

And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy?

The sin most, but the occasion&九_九_藏_书_网;mdash;that we two

That s hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,

Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;

To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;

Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is

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Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled

For such mans love!—more like an out-of-tune

I did not wrong myself so, but I placed

Into the music of Heavens undefiled,

Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies

To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,