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--

        toud

        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.

        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--

        toud

        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.

        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.

        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.

        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,--but 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.

        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,--but 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.

        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.

        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.

        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.

        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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