So 16 - A, because t so

        XVI

        A, because t so,

        Because t more noble and like a king,

        t prevail against my fears and fling

        till my    shall grow

        too close against t o know

        shook when alone. hy, quering

        May prove as lordly and plete a thing

        In lifting upward, as in crushing low!

        And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword

        to one ws h,

        Even so, Beloved, I at last record,

        rife. If te me forth,

        I rise above abasement at the word.

        Make to enlarge my h.

        So 17 - My poet, t touces

        XVII

        My poet, t touces

        God set between er and Before,

        And strike up and strike off the general roar

        Of t floats

        In a serene air purely. Antidotes

        Of medicated musiswering for

        Mankinds forlor uses, t pour

        From to tes

        to suco    on thine.

        ,    t use?

        A o sing by gladly? or a fine

        Sad memory, o interfuse?

        A so sing—of palm or pine?

        A grave, on    from singing? Choose.

        So 18 - I never gave a lock >

        XVIII

        I never gave a lock of hair away

        to a man, Dearest, except to thee,

        fully,

        I ring out to th and say

        take it. My day of yout yesterday;

        My o my foots glee,

        Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

        As girls do, any more: it only may

        Now swo pale cears,

        taug hangs aside

        trick. I t the funeral-shears

        ould take t, but Love is justified,—

        take it those years,

        t here when she died.

        So 19 - to s merg>

        XIX

        to s merdise;

        I barter curl for curl upon t mart,

        And from my poets foreo my

        Receive tweighs argosies,—

        As purply black, as erst to Pindars eyes

        tresses gloomed at

        te Muse-broerpart, . . .

        the bay-s shade, Beloved, I surmise,

        Still lingers on t is so black!

        t of smooth,

        I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,

        And lay t wh;

        , as on to lack

        No natural    till mine groh.

        So 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, wrong>

        XX

        Beloved, my Beloved, whink

        t t in the world a year ago,

        time I sat alone he snow

        And saprint, he silence sink

        No moment at t, link by link,

        ent ting all my c so

        t any blow

        Struck by thus I drink

        Of lifes great cup of wonder ! onderful,

        o feel t

        it or speeor ever cull

        Some presce of te

        t gros are as dull,

        guess Gods prese of sight.
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