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Stop, let me have the truth of that!
Is that all true ? I say, the day Ten years ago when both of us
Met on a morning, friends—as thus We meet this evening, friends or what ?
Did you—because I took your arm
And sillily smiled, “ A mass of brass That sea looks, blazing underneath !”
While up the cliff-road edged with heath, We took the turns nor came to harm
Did you consider “ Now makes twice
That I have seen her, walked and talked With this poor pretty thoughtful thing,
Whose worth I weigh: she tries to sing ; Draws, hopes in time the eye grows nice;
“Reads verse and thinks she understands;
Loves all, at any rate, that 's great, Good, beautiful; but much as we
Down at the Bath-house love the sea, Who breathe its salt and bruise its sands :
5. “While . . do but follow the fishing-gull
That flaps and floats from wave to cave! There 's the sea-lover, fair my friend!
What then ? Be patient, mark and mend ! Had you the making of your scull ?”
And did you, when we faced the church
With spire and sad slate roof, aloof From human fellowship so far,
Where a few graveyard crosses are, And garlands for the swallows' perch,
7. Did you determine, as we stepped
O'er the lone stone fence, “ Let me get Her for myself, and what 's the earth
With all its art, verse, music, worthCompared with love, found, gained, and kept ?
“ Schumann 's our music-maker now;
Has his march-movement youth and mouth ? Ingres 's the modern man that paints ;
Which will lean on me, of his saints ? Heine for songs; for kisses, how ?”
And did you, when we entered, reached
The votive frigate, soft aloft Riding on air this hundred years,
Safe-smiling at old hopes and fears Did you draw profit while she preached ?
Resolving “ Fools we wise men grow!
Yes, I could easily blurt out curt Some question that might find reply
As prompt in her stopped lips, dropped eye, And rush of red to cheek and brow: