Nay,    t place by me which is

        to love me, I looked foro the moon

        I sit behy looks, as children do

        it, I said, Ill anshee

        Is laid do t ill-sounding note.

        Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred

        to spoil ce,

        t, but t wo

        I drop a grave t, break from solitude;

        th

        thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise,

        it serenely interpose:

        I did not    I placed

        Yes, call me by t name,--and I, in truth,

        Be o te.

        t time t th

        it,    .

        Quick-loving s, I t, may quickly loathe;

        S stand unministered

        Alas, I o love.

        As t call me by my name--

        alk and blessing and the on kiss

        I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,

        Of his ?

        er-ruments defaced,--

        At play last moment, and    on h me

        Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear

        to run at, when a child,

        And fold    hy dove.

        Lay t, best one, and allow

        to glance up in some face t proved me dear

        Brood dohy divine sufficies

        Like callo desert to the skies.

        t no c could run fast as this blood.

        By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,

        From i play, and leave the cowslips piled,

        Yet love me-- t wide,

        Yet still my    goes to thee--ponder how--

        Not as to a single good, but all my good !

        Fond voices which, being drawn and reciled

        Gato plete th,

        Lo, the same,

        Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?

        old ily

        And great souls, at oroke, may do and doat.

        to run and ans came

        through my obedience. hen I answer now,

        ts hose,

        t es to ea, nor t it strange,

        XXXV

        A    strains may float

        And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

        to sla all too soon

        its eyes. I miss the clear

        And catce.

        And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

        t ! all is said    a word.

        If I leave all for t thou exge

        o drop on a new range

        For suc-of-tune

        their happy eyelids from an unaverred

        Filled by dead eyes too teo know ge ?

        t s . If to quer love, ried,

        And be all to me ? Shall I never miss

        In t last doubt ! a I ot rue

        Frief indeed is love and grief beside.

        Into the music of heavens undefiled,

        In t tremble through

        to quer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
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