Of t years, the dear and wished-for years,

    ho each one in a gracious hand appears

    to bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

    And, as I mused it in ique tongue,

    I saears,

    t, sad years, the melancholy years,

    turns had flung

    A sraightway I was ware,

    So weeping, ic Shape did move

    Behe hair:

    And a voice said in mastery, wrove,--

    Guess nohere,

    t Deat Love.

    I t once us had sung

    Of t years, the dear and wished-for years,

    ho each one in a gracious hand appears

    to bear a gift for mortals, old or young;

    And, as I mused it in ique tongue,

    I saears,

    t, sad years, the melancholy years,

    turns had flung

    A sraightaway I was ware,

    So weeping, ic Shape did move

    Behe hair;

    And a voice said in mastery, wrove,--

    Guess no;Deat;/igt; I said, But, there,

    t;igt;Not Deat Love.lt;/igt;

    said,--himself, beside

    tening ! and replied

    One of us . . . t he curse

    So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce

    My sig if I had died,

    ts, placed there, would have signified

    Less absolute exclusion. Nay is worse

    From God thers, O my friend !

    Men could not part us heir worldly jars,

    Nor tempests bend;

    Our oucain-bars:

    And,  the end,

    e s voer for tars.

    Sonnet II: But Only trong>

    But only three in all Gods universe

    hou has said,--hims