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I seem to see! We meet and part; 't is brief;
The very chair I sat on, breaks the rank;
And for all this, one little hour to thank !
But now, because the hour through years was fixed,
Because thou once hast loved me wilt thou dare
“ Chance cannot change my love, nor time impair.
So, what if in the dusk of life that 's left,
“Look from my path when, mimicking the same,
“ It will be at the sunrise! What's to blame?
Is it so helpful to thee? Canst thou take
Put gently by such efforts at a beam ?
Watch out thy watch, let weak ones doze and dream !
—Ah, but the fresher faces ! " Is it true,"
some eyes are beautiful and new ? “Some hair,—how can one choose but grasp such
wealth ? “ And if a man would press his lips to lips “ Fresh as the wilding hedge-rose-cup there slips
“ The dew-drop out of, must it be by stealth?
“ It cannot change the love still kept for Her, “ More than if such a picture I prefer
Passing a day with, to a room's bare side : “The painted form takes nothing she possessed, Yet, while the Titian’s Venus lies at rest, “ A man looks. Once more, what is there to chide?”
So must I see, from where I sit and watch,
Its warrant to the very thefts from me
Thy man’s-truth I was bold to bid God see!
Love so, then, if thou wilt! Give all thou canst
(Say it and think it) obdurate no more,
Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend, —
Since mine thou wast, mine art, and mine shalt be,
Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee !
Only, why should it be with stain at all ?
Put any kiss of pardon on thy brow?
“ The smile he used to love with, then as now !”
Might I die last and show thee ! Should I find
If free to take and light my lamp, and go
The better that they are so blank, I know!
Why, time was what I wanted, to turn o'er
By heart each word, too much to learn at first; And join thee all the fitter for the pause ’Neath the low door-way's lintel. That were cause
For lingering, though thou calledst, if I durst !
And yet thou art the nobler of us two :
Outstripping my ten small steps with one stride?
Though love fail, I can trust on in thy pride.
Pride ?—when those eyes forestall the life behind The death I have to go through !--when I find,
Now that I want thy help most, all of thee ! What did I fear? Thy love shali hold me fast Until the little minute's sleep is past
And I wake saved. —And yet it will not be !
IN A YEAR.
NEVER any more,
While I live,
strive : Bitterly we re-embrace,
Was it something said,
Something done, Vexed him ? was it touch of hand,
Turn of head ?
Love begun :
When I sewed or drew,