Ohis world of ours !

        I    gainsay love, called love forsooth.

        I alked in my early youth,

        And sinot so long back but t the flowers

        till. Mussulmans and Giaours

        t a smile, and h

        For any ooth

        Slips on t if, after frequent showers,

        t so much

        ill turn to e

        Or else to oblivion. But t not such

        A lover, my Beloved ! t

        t souls to touch,

        And t soon e.

        

        XLI

        I ts,

        ito all

        tle he prison-wall

        to s louder parts

        Ere t ons

        Or temples occupation, beyond call.

        But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall

        ook it, t Arts

        Orument didst drop do t

        to    I said betears, . . .

        Instruct me o to s

        My souls full meaning into future years,

        t t utterance, and salute

        Love t endures, from Life t disappears !

        My future    copy fair my past--

        I e t once; and t my side

        My ministering life-angel justified

        t

        to te tur last,

        And tead, sa unallied

        to angels in tried

        By natural ills, received t fast,

        t, my pilgrims staff

        Gave out green leaves h m dews impearled.

        I seek no copy no half:

        Leave h long musing curled,

        And e me neures epigraph,

        New angel mine, unhe world !

        me t the ways.

        I love to t

        My soul    reac of sight

        For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

        I love to the level of everydays

        Most quiet need, by sun and dle-light.

        I love trive fht;

        I love turn from Praise.

        I love t to use

        In my old griefs, and h.

        I love to lose

        it saints,--I love th,

        Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,

        I s love tter after death.

        Beloved, t brought me many flowers

        Plucked in through

        And er, and it seemed as if they grew

        In the sun and showers.

        So, in t love of ours,

        take back ts woo,

        And whdrew

        From my s ground. Ihose beds and bowers

        Be roter weeds and rue,

        And    t ine,

        ake to do

        t pine.

        Instruct to keep true,

        As are left in mine.
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