Sonnets from the Portuguese i-v
ng gently,--for a trick of t
t falls in es brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--
For themselves, Beloved, may
Be c,
May be unwrougher love me for
tys wiping my cheeks dry:
A creature mig to weep, who bore
t long, and lose thereby!
But love me for loves sake, t evermore
t love on, ternity.
and up erect and strong,
Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
Until to fire
At eit,--ter wrong
Can t we s long
Be ented? ting higher,
the angels would press on us, and aspire
to drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rat
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
it.