Sonnet XXVI-XXX
n bet ts, blown
A life-breatill the forehead hopefully
S again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,
to me whe world was gone,
And I ;t;/igt;
I find trong, and glad.
As one wands in dewless asphodel
Looks backedious time he had
In th bosom-swell,
Make ness, he good and bad,
t Love, as strong as Deatrieves as well.
My letters ! all dead paper, mute and we !
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous ring
And let to-night.
to
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
to come and touching,
Yet I for it !--t . . .
Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if Gods future t.
ts ink has paled
it my t beat too fast.
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If, at last !
My letters-- all dead paper, mute and we!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous ring
And let to-night,
to
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
to come and touching,
Yet I for it!--t...
Said, lt;igt;Dear, I love t;/igt; and I sank and quailed
As if Gods future t.
t;igt;I am t;/igt;--and so its ink has paled
it my t beat too fast.
And thy words have ill availed
If, at last!
I ts do twine and bud
About t a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and s