I t once us had sung

    Of t years, the dear and wishd-for years,

    ho each one in a gracious hand appears

    to bear a gift for mortals old or young:

    And, as I mused it in ique tongue,

    I saears

    t, sad years, the melancholy years--

    turns had flung

    A sraightway I was ware,

    So weeping, ic Shape did move

    Behe hair;

    And a voice said in mastery, wrove,

    Guess nohere

    t Deat Love.

    UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely !

    Unlike our uses and our destinies.

    Our ministering two angels look surprise

    On one anotrike at

    t

    A guest for queens to social pageantries,

    iter eyes

    tears even can make mine, to play t

    Of c  to do

    ittice-lig me--

    A poor, tired, hrough

    tree?

    the dew--

    And Deat dig these agree.

    GO from me. Yet I feel t I sand

    hy shadow. Nevermore

    Alone upon threshold of my door

    Of individual life I shall command

    t my hand

    Serenely in the sunshine as before,

    it t which I forbore--

    touc land

    Doom takes to part us, leaves t in mine

    it beat double.  I do

    And he wine

    Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

    God for myself,  name of thine,

    And sees ears of two.

    IF t love me, let it be for naught

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say,

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

    Of speaki