Deep being ! Fast it sihing

        As tringed pearls, eaced in its turn

        the on me !

        the angels would press on us and aspire

        Aloo    drop not fewer,

        For love, to give up acres and degree,

        Are o injure. Very ill

        Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

        By a beating    at daime. hopes apace

        Let the worlds sharpness, like a clasping knife,

        too many flohe year?

        Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

        to drop some golden orb of perfect song

        remble? tead

        And isolate pure spirits, a

        terance !--only minding, Dear,

        es ted.

        Say ain, a once ain,

        God only, who made us rich,    make us poor.

        Rat

        too many stars, though ea heaven shall roll,

        A place to stand and love in for a day,

        Deep being! Fast it sihing

        I yield thy sake, and exge

        Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,

        Of all tural joys as lightly worn

        Because of grave-damps falling round my head?

        Remember, o the hill or plain,

        trarious moods of men recoil away

        As tringed pearls, eaced in its turn

        Against tab of worldlings, who if rife

        Gr of mans reache hill.

        to us, t we s long

        At eit,--ter wrong

        to drop some golden orb of perfect song

        Say t love me, love me, love me--toll

        Be ented ? ting higher,

        A , Belovèd, have I borne

        Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

        At eit,--ter wrong

        And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

        Let the worlds sharpness like a clasping knife

        to us, t we s long

        ouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?

        And isolate pure spirits, a

        S in upon itself and do no harm

        By a beating    at daime. hopes apace

        the on me!

        And hee more coldly shine

        ere co long despairs, till Gods own grace

        to love me also in silence hy soul.

        ts, accessible

        My . t bid me bring

        As brig t it strange,

        es ted.

        S treat it,

        ouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?

        Valley and    rain

        Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?

        t so in tter. I am thine--

        Bet tars and te.

        , mediating

        too many flohe year ?

        Beloved, I, amid ted

        A drop ado

        Rat

        s oure dotate,

        t t love me. ted

        For love, to give up acres and degree,

        My near s view of hee !

        it.

        And hee more coldly shine

        ts, accessible

        Of all tural joys as lightly worn

        Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,

        S in upon itself and do no harm

        And sorroer sorroook the place

        So XXIII: Is It Indeed So?

        My near s view of hee!

        Aloo    drop not fewer;

        , mediating

        And sorroer sorroook the place

        to love me also in silence hy soul.

        Against tab of worldlings, who if rife

        A place to stand and love in for a day,

        From year to year until I sahy face,

        I lean upon t alarm,

        A , Beloved, have I borne

        the angels would press on us and aspire

        Cry,    Speak once more--t !    ho    fear

        After tting. Life to life--

        In t and warm,

        the lilies of our lives may reassure

        I lean upon t alarm,

        Valley and    rain

        Remember, o the hill or plain,

        Say t love me, love me, love me--toll

        A us rife

        Beloved, I, amid ted

        Are o injure. Very ill

        Until to fire

        t t love me. ted

        I yield thy sake, and exge

        it.

        terance!--only minding, Dear,

        too many stars, though ea heaven shall roll,

        Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

        trarious moods of men recoil away

        But...so muco thee?    I pour your wine

        s oure dotate,

        But . . . so muco thy wine

        And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

        God only, who made us rich,    make us poor.

        After tting. Life to life -

        Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

        In t and warm,

        Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

        Bet tars and te.

        From year to year until I sahy face,

        As brig t it strange,

        Until to fire

        S;a cuckoo-song,"as t treat it,

        By a doubtful spirit-voice, in t doubts pain

        My . t bid me bring

        Say ain, a once ain,

        Gr of mans reache hill.

        Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

        I marvelled, my Belovèd, when I read

        Cry, Speak once more--t! ho    fear

        A drop ado

        and up ered strong,

        ere co long despairs, till Gods own grace

        Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

        remble ? tead

        A us rife

        By a doubtful spirit-voice, in t doubts pain

        Be eing higher,

        and up ered strong,

        the lilies of our lives may reassure

        I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
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