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What I soon shall seem to his love, you guess : What I seem to myself, do you ask of me?
No hero, I confess.
And matter enough to save one's own :
He played with for bits of stone !
That the woman was light is very true:
What wrong have I done to you?
So far at least as I understand ;
Here 's a subject made to your hand !
LOVE IN A LIFE.
1. Room after room, I hunt the house through We inhabit together. Heart, fear nothing, for, heart, thou shalt find herNext time, herself !—not the trouble behind her Left in the curtain, the couch's perfume ! As she brushed it, the cornice-wreath blossomed anew : Yon looking-glass gleamed at the wave of her feather.
II., Yet the day wears, And door succeeds door ; I try the fresh fortuneRange the wide house from the wing to the centre. Still the same chance! she goes out as I enter. Spend my whole day in the quest,—who cares? But 't is twilight, you see,-with such suites to explore, Such closets to search, such alcoves to importune !
LIFE IN A LOVE.
Me the loving and you the loth,
It seems too much like a fate, indeed !
Though I do my best I shall scarce succeed.
To dry one's eyes and laugh at a fall,
So the chace takes up one's life, that 's all. While, look but once from your farthest bound
At me so deep in the dust and dark, No sooner the old hope goes to ground
Than a new one, straight to the self-same mark, I shape me-Ever Removed !
Now that I, tying thy glass mask tightly,
He is with her, and they know that I know
111. Grind away, inoisten and mash up thy paste, Pound at thy powder, I am not in haste ! Better sit thus and observe thy strange things, Than go where men wait me, and dance at the King's.
That in the mortar-you call it a gum?
Had I but all of them, thee and thy treasures,
Soon, at the King's, a mere lozenge to give
drop dead !
For only last night, as they whispered, I brought