Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher,

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine

Unlike our uses and our destinies.

At either curving point,--what bitter wrong

With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

Guess now who holds thee?--Death, I said. But there

A guest for queens to social pageantries,

With gages from a hundred brighter eyes

Contrarious moods of men recoil away

And isolate pure spirits, and permit

Rather on earth, Beloved--where the unfit

That falls in wel九-九-藏-书-网l with mine, and certes brought

Of individual life I shall command

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

To drop some golden orb of perfect song

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand

Of chief musician. What hast thou to do

With pulses that beat double. What I do

Except for loves sake only. Do not say,

The chrism is on thine head--on mine the dew--

Be changed, or change for thee--and love, so wrought,

With looking from t99ｌｉb•neｔhe lattice-lights at me--

Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry:

To bear a gift for mortals old or young:

The angels would press on us, and aspire

A shadow across me. Straightway I was ware,

Of the sweet years, the dear and wishd-for years,

Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

On one another, as they strike athwart

A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through

I saw in gradual vision through my tears

I love her for her smile--her look--her way

IF thou must love me, let it be for naught

Serenely in the sunshine 99ｌiｂ•ｎetas before,

GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart!

And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--

Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!

Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

For these things in themselves, Beloved, may

Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years--

九九藏书Can the earth do us, that we should not long

A creature might forget to weep, who bore

May be unwrought so. Neither love me for

God for myself, He hears that name of thine,

Until the lengthening wings break into fire

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

A place to stand and love in for a day,

But love me for loves sake, that evermore

And Death must dig the level where these agree.

The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

Than tears evwww.99lib.neten can make mine, to play thy part

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

And what I dream include thee, as the wine

Without the sense of that which I forbore--

Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art

WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong,

The silver answer rang--Not Death, but Love.

Our ministering two angels look surprise

Thou mayst love on, through loves eternity.

I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung

Alone upon the threshold of my door