reat souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.

    t time t th

    to love me, I looked foro the moon

    to slacken all too soon

    And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.

    Quick-loving s, I t, may quickly loathe;

    And, looking on myself, I seemed not one

    For suc-of-tune

    orn viol, a good singer h

    to spoil ce,

    Is laid do t ill-sounding note.

    I did not  I placed

    A  strains may float

    Neater-ruments defaced,--

    And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.

    Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear

    to run at, when a child,

    From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,

    to glance up in some face t proved me dear

    its eyes. I miss the clear

    Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled

    Into the music of heavens undefiled,

    Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,

    th

    Be o te.

    Gato complete th,

    And catce.

    Yes, call me by t name,--and I, in truth,

    it,  .

    Sonnet XXXIII: Yes, Call Me by My Pet-Name!

    Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear

    to run at, when a child,

    From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,

    to glance up in some face t proved me dear

    its eyes. I miss the clear

    Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled

    Into the music of heavens undefiled,

    Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,

    th

    Be o te.

    Gato complete