third upon my lips was folded down

    In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

    I have been proud and said, My love, my own.

    Sonnet 39 - Because t t trong>

    XXXIX

    Because t t the grace

    to look this mask of me

    (Against hus blanchingly

    itrue face,

    tness of lifes race,amp;mdash;

    Because t to see,

    t same souls distracting lethargy,

    tient angel ing for a place

    In the new heavens,amp;mdash;because nor sin nor woe,

    Nor Gods infliction, nor deaths neighborhood,

    Nor all o go,

    Nor all wired of all, self-viewed,amp;mdash;

    Not, teach me so

    to pour out gratitude, as t, good!

    Sonnet 40 - Orong>

    XL

    Ohis world of ours!

    I  gainsay love, called love forsooth.

    I alked in my early youth,

    And since, not 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

    to bring souls to touch,

    And t soon e.