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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-
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-issue looks and words from the old mint, Pass them afresh, no matter whose the print
Image and superscription once they bore !
Re-coin thyself and give it them to spend, -
Since mine thou wast, mine art, and mine shalt be,
Faithful or faithless : sealing up the sum
Back to the heart's place here I keep for thee !
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
Now that I want thy help most, all of thee !
And I wake saved. —And yet it will not be !
IN A YEAR.
NEVER any more,
While I live,
Mine may strive :
Was it something said,
Turn of head ?
Love begun :
When I sewed or drew,
If I spoke a word,
First of all
Then he heard.
Sitting by my side,
At my feet,
Touched the sweet :
Sweet to him.
And the passion I had raised,
Gold for dust,
Was it strange ?
Would he loved me yet,
On and on,
-Paid my debt !
Till all gone,
“ Mine before.
“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?