to love me also in silence hy soul.

        t t love me. ted

        A us rife

        Remember, o the hill or plain,

        Valley and    rain

        es ted.

        Beloved, I, amid ted

        By a doubtful spirit-voice, in t doubts pain

        Cry,    Speak once more--t !    ho    fear

        too many stars, though ea heaven shall roll,

        too many flohe year ?

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

        terance !--only minding, Dear,

        My near s view of hee !

        to us, t we s long

        Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

        Until to fire

        At eit,--ter wrong

        Are o injure. Very ill

        Be ented ? ting higher,

        the angels would press on us and aspire

        to drop some golden orb of perfect song

        And isolate pure spirits, a

        ouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ?

        trarious moods of men recoil away

        My . t bid me bring

        A place to stand and love in for a day,

        it.

        Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead,

        A , Beloved, have I borne

        And hee more coldly shine

        Because of grave-damps falling round my head ?

        I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read

        t so in tter. I am thine--

        But . . . so muco thy wine

        remble ? tead

        Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

        Deep being ! Fast it sihing

        As brig t it strange,

        I yield thy sake, and exge

        the lilies of our lives may reassure

        Let the worlds sharpness, like a clasping knife,

        S in upon itself and do no harm

        Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

        After tting. Life to life--

        and up ered strong,

        I lean upon t alarm,

        Say ain, a once ain,

        Against tab of worldlings, who if rife

        Rat

        ts, accessible

        Aloo    drop not fewer,

        Gr of mans reache hill.

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

        In t and warm,

        , mediating

        the on me !

        From year to year until I sahy face,

        And sorroer sorroook the place

        Of all tural joys as lightly worn

        As tringed pearls, eaced in its turn

        By a beating    at daime. hopes apa

        ere co long despairs, till Gods own grace

        Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn

        A drop ado

        And feel as safe as guarded by a charm

        s oure dotate,

        S treat it,

        Bet tars and te.

        For love, to give up acres and degree,
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