Accuse me not, beseec I wear

        too calm and sad a fa front of thine;

        For    shine

        it on our brow and hair.

        O ing care,

        As on a bee s in a crystalline;

        Since sorrow    me safe in loves divine,

        And to spread er air

        ere most impossible failure, if I strove

        to fail so. But I look on thee--

        Behe end of love,

        hearing oblivion beyond memory;

        As one ws and gazes from above,

        Over to tter sea.

        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.

        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.

        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.

        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.

        And    to speech

        thee, finding words enough,

        And orc, whe winds are rough,

        Beto cast light on each ?--

        I drop it at t. I ot teach

        My o    so far off

        From myself--me--t I shee proof

        In words, of love    of reach.

        Nay, let the sileny womanhood

        end my o thy belief,--

        Seeing t I stand unwon, however wooed,

        A of my life, in brief,

        By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

        Lest oouvey its grief
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