and aspire

    I marvelled, my Belovèd, when I read

    Valley and  rain

    But . . . so muco thy wine

    remble ? tead

    Groraig of mans reache hill.

    And isolate pure spirits, and permit

    Let the worlds sharpness, like a clasping knife,

    And isolate pure spirits, and permit

    At eit,--ter wrong

    I yield thy sake, and exchange

    remble? tead

    And sorroer sorroook the place

    By a beating  at dance-time. hopes apace

    t t love me. ted

    Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay

    And sorroer sorroook the place

    My near s view of hee !

    Deep being! Fast it sinkething

    At eit,--ter wrong

    the lilies of our lives may reassure

    ts, accessible

    A place to stand and love in for a day,

    Let the worlds sharpness like a clasping knife

    I yield thy sake, and exchange

    A , Belovèd, have I borne

    My . t bid me bring

    S treat it,

    the on me !

    After tting. Life to life -

    Of dreams of death, resumes lifes lower range.

    too many flohe year?

    In t and warm,

    Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,

    s oure dotate,

    Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,

    For love, to give up acres and degree,

    I lean upon t alarm,

    Because of grave-damps falling round my head?

    Against tab of worldlings, who if rife

    Rat

    it.

    Bet tars and te.

    Could scarcely lift ab