Sloo ings, quick s  O,

    first and loved, I did not build

    Upon t  mean

    to last, a love set pendulous between

    Sorrohrilled,

    Distrusting every lig seemed to gild

    to overlean

    A finger even. And, though I have grown serene

    And strong since t God has willed

    A still reneroth . . .

    Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,

    tual kiss drop doh

    As an unohe lips being cold.

    And Love, be false ! if o keep one oath,

    Must lose one joy, by ar foretold.

    Because t to see,

    Of all t strong divineness which I know

    For thee, an image only so

    Formed of t to s and break.

    It is t distant years ake

    ty, recoiling h a blow,

    o undergo

    t and dread, and blindly to forsake

    ty of likeness and distort

    t love to a erfeit:

    As if a s,

    o commemorate,

    S a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort

    And vibrant tail, emple-gate.

    First time  only kissed

    te;

    And ever since, it grew more clean and we,

    Pardon, o my soul should make,

    I could not ,

    t first kiss. t

    t, and soughe forehead, and half missed,

    he hair. O beyond meed !

    t he chrism of love, which loves own crown,

    itifying sness, did precede.

    third upon my lips was folded down

    In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

    I have been proud and said,  My love, my own.

    Because t t the grace

    to look this mask of me

    (Against hus blanchingly

    itrue face,

    tness of lifes race,--

    Nor all wired of all, self-viewed,--

    t same souls distracting lethargy,

    tient angel ing for a place

    In the new heavens,--because nor sin nor woe,

    Nor Gods infliction, nor deaths neighborhood,

    Nor all o go,

    Not, teach me so

    to pour out gratitude, as t, good !