e ?

    A grave, on  from singing ? Choose.

    My poet, t touces

    God set between er and Before,

    And strike up and strike off the general roar

    Of t floats

    In a serene air purely. Antidotes

    Of medicated music, answering for

    Mankinds forlornest uses, t pour

    From to tes

    to suco  on thine.

    ,  t use?

    A o sing by gladly? or a fine

    Sad memory, o interfuse?

    A so sing--of palm or pine?

    A grave, on  from singing? Choose.

    I never gave a lock of hair away

    to a man, Dearest, except to thee,

    fully,

    I ring out to th and say

    take it. My day of yout yesterday;

    My o my foots glee,

    Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

    As girls do, any more: it only may

    Now swo pale cears,

    taug hangs aside

    trick. I t the funeral-shears

    ould take t, but Love is justified,--

    take it those years,

    t here when she died.

    Sonnet XVIII: I Never Gave a Lock of rong>

    I never gave a lock of hair away

    to a man, dearest, except to thee,

    fully,

    I ring out to th and say

    take it. My day of yout yesterday;

    My o my foots glee,

    Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree,

    As girls do, any more: it only may

    Now swo pale cears,

    taug hangs aside

    trick. I t the funeral-shears

    ould take t, but Love is justified,--

    take it those years,

    t h