So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce

        Unlike are we, unlike, O princely    !

        On one anotrike at

        A poor, tired, hrough

        the dew,--

        turns had flung

        Unlike our uses and our destinies.

        Guess nohere,

        A guest for queens to social pageantries,

        I t once us had sung

        tears even    make mio play t

        t, sad years, the melancholy years,

        iter eyes

        eaven being rolled bet the end,

        ho eae in a gracious hand appears

        Less absolute exclusion. Nay is worse

        From God thers, O my friend !

        Our ministering two angels look surprise

        Nor tempests bend;

        Behe hair:

        But only three in all Gods universe

        So weeping, ic Shape did move

        Our ou-bars:

        A sraightway I was ware,

        II

        tree ?

        Of t years, the dear and wished-for years,

        t Deat Love.

        And a voice said in mastery, wrove,--

        Of c    to do

        And, as I mused it in ique tongue,

        t

        One of us . . . t he curse

        My sig if I had died,

        ts, placed there, would have signified

        III

        ittice-lig me,
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