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-Ah, but the fresher faces! “ Is it true," Thou 'lt ask, “ 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 ?
Its warrant to the very thefts from me-
(Say it and think it) obdurate no more:
Faithful or faithless : sealing up the sum
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 !
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 shall 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,
Mine may strive :
Turn of head ?
Love begun :
When I sewed or drew,
If I spoke a word,
First of all
At my feet,
Touched the sweet :
Sweet to him.
“Speak, I love thee best ! ”
He exclaimed : “ Let thy love my own foretell !”
I confessed : “Clasp my heart on thine
“Now unblamed, “Since upon thy soul as well
“ Hangeth mine!”
Was it wrong to own,
His alone ?
Beauty, youth :
- To be just,
And the passion I had raised,
Gold for dust,
Was it strange ?
Would he loved me yet,
On and on, While I found some way undreamed
-Paid my debt! Gave more life and more,
Till all gone, He should smile “She never seemed
IX “What, she felt the while,
"Must I think ? “ Love 's so different with us men !"
He should smile : “ Dying for my sake
“ White and pink! 'Can't we touch these bubbles then “ But they break ?”
Dear, the pang is brief,
Do thy part,
Was man's heart:
Is it God?