So 06 - Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand

        VI

        Go from me. Yet I feel t I sand

        hy shadow. Nevermore

        Alone upon threshold of my door

        Of individual life, I shall and

        t my hand

        Serenely in the sunshine as before,

        it t which I forbore—

        touc.９９ｌib? land

        Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine

        it beat double.    I do

        And he wine

        Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

        God for myself,    name of thine,

        And sees ears of two.

        So 07 - trong>

        VII

        think,

        Since first I steps of thy soul

        Move still, oill, beside me, as tole

        Bet me and ter brink

        Of obvious deat to sink,

        as caugo love, and taughe whole

        Of life in a new rhe cup of dole

        God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,

        And praise its sness, S, hee anear.

        try, heaven, are ged away

        For here or here;

        And te and song . . . loved yesterday,

        (the singing angels know) are only dear

        Because t in hey say.

        So 08 -     I give trong>

        VIII

        I give thee back, O liberal

        And princely giver, w broughe gold

        And purple of t, unstained, untold,

        And laid tside of the-wall

        For suco take or leave hal,

        In ued largesse? am I cold,

        Ungrateful, t for t manifold

        s, I render not all?

        Not so; not cold,&mdas very poor instead.

        Ask God ears have run

        t so dead

        And pale a stuff, it    fitly done

        to give to thy head.

        Go fart it serve to trample on.

        So 09 -    it be rigo give rong>

        IX

        it be rigo give w I    give?

        to let t beears

        As salt as mine, and he sighing years

        Re-sigive

        t smiles wo live

        For all tions? O my fears,

        t t! e are not peers,

        So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,

        t givers of sucs as mine are, must

        Be ted , alas!

        I    soil t,

        Nor breathy Venice-glass,

        Nive t.

        Beloved, I only love t it pass.

        So 10 - Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

        X

        Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed

        And ation. Fire is bright,

        Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light

        Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:

        And love is fire. And w need

        I love t

        I stand transfigured, glorified aright,

        it proceed

        Out of my face tohing low

        In love,    creatures

        s while loving so.

        And ures

        Of self, and show

        great work of Love enures.
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