t eyes h mine were crossed,

    And love called love. And t speak

    Of love even, as good thing of my own:

    tc and weak,

    And placed it by throne,--

    And t I love (O soul,  be meek--)

    Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

    And  to speech

    thee, finding words enough,

    And orc, whe winds are rough,

    Beto cast light on each ?--

    I drop it at t. I cannot teach

    My o  so far off

    From myself--me--t I shee proof

    In words, of love  of reach.

    Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

    Commend my o thy belief,--

    Seeing t I stand unwon, however wooed,

    And rend t of my life, in brief,

    By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

    Lest one touc convey its grief

    And  to speech

    thee, finding words enough,

    And orc, whe winds are rough,

    Beto cast light upon each?

    I drop it at t. I cannot teach

    My o  so far off

    From myself.. me.. t I shee proof,

    In words of love  of reach.

    Nay, let the silence of my womanhood

    Commend my o thy belief,

    Seeing t I stand unwon (however wooed)

    And rend t of my life in brief

    By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,

    Lest one touc convey its grief.

    If t love me, let it be for nought

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    I love her for her smile--her look--her way

    Of speaking gently,--for a trick of t

    t falls in es brought