trick. I t the funeral-shears

    ould take t, but Love is justified,—

    take it those years,

    t here when she died.

    Sonnet 19 - to s mercrong>

    XIX

    to s merchandise;

    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-crowns 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.

    Sonnet 20 - Beloved, my Beloved, wrong>

    XX

    Beloved, my Beloved, whink

    t t in the world a year ago,

    time I sat alone he snow

    And saprint, he silence sink

    No moment at t, link by link,

    ent counting all my c so

    t any blow

    Struck by thus I drink

    Of lifes great cup of wonder ! onderful,

    Never to feel t

    it or speech,—nor ever cull

    Some prescience of te

    t gros are as dull,

    guess Gods presence out of sight.