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And when my marriage morn may fall,
She, Dryad-like, shall wear
Alternate leaf and acorn-ball or
In wreath about her hair.
And I will work in prose and rhyme,
And praise thee more in both
Than bard has honour'd beech or lime
Or that Thessalian growth, xow ante il
In which the swarthy ringdove sat,ixed su
And mystic sentence spoke pom
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Thy famous brother-oak,ons son
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Till all the paths were dim,
And far below the Roundhead rode,
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Shall Error in the round of time
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Still father Truth?
O shall the braggart shout For some blind glimpse of freedom work
itself sm
Thro' madness, hated by the wise, to law
System and empire? Sin itself be found
The cloudy porch oft opening on the Sun?
And only he, this wonder, dead, become
Mere highway dust? or year by year alone
Sit brooding in the ruins of a life,
Nightmare of youth, the spectre of himself?
If this were thus, if this, indeed, were all,
Better the narrow brain, the stony heart,
The staring eye glazed o'er with sapless days,
The long mechanic pacings to and fro, mA
The set gray life, and apathetic end.
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O three times less unworthy! likewise thou
Art more thro' Love, and greater than thy
The Sun will run his orbit, and the Moon A
Her circle. Wait, and Love himself will
The drooping flower of knowledge changed to
fruit
Of wisdom. Wait: my faith is large in Time,
And that which shapes it to some perfect end.
Will someone say, then why not ill for Love and
Why took ye not your pastime?
My work shall answer, since I knew the right
And did it; for a man is not as God,
But then most Godlike being most a man.
-So let me think 'tis well for thee and meIll-fated that I am, what lot is mine
Whose foresight preaches peace, my heart so slow
To feel it! For how hard it seem'd to me, When eyes, love-languid thro' half tears, would dwell
One earnest, earnest moment upon mine,
Then not to dare to see! when thy low voice,
Faltering, would break its syllables, to keep
My own full-tuned,-hold passion in a leash,
And not leap forth and fall about thy neck,
And on thy bosom (deep desired relief!)
Rain out the heavy mist of tears, that weigh'd
Upon my brain, my senses and my soul !
For Love himself took part against himself
To warn us off, and Duty loved of Love-
O this world's curse, beloved but hated-
Like Death betwixt thy dear embrace and mine,
And crying, Who is this? behold thy bride,'
She push'd me from thee.
If the sense is hard
To alien ears, I did not speak to these—
No, not to thee, but to thyself in me:
Hard is my doom and thine: thou knowest it all.
Could Love part thus? was it not well to
speak,
Love and To have spoken once?It could not but be
The slow sweet hours that bring us all things
good, word
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The slow sad hours that bring us all things ill,
And all good things from evil, brought the night
In which we sat together and alone, in sal od
And to the want, that hollow'd all the heart,
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That burn'd upon its object thro' such tears
As a won
flow but once a life. The trance gave way
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To those caresses, when a hundred times
In that last kiss, which never was the last, onQ
Farewell, like endless welcome, lived and died.
Then follow'd counsel, comfort, and the words
That make a man feel strong in speaking truth;
Till now the dark was worn, and overhead
The lights of sunset and of sunrise mix'do baž
In that brief night; the summer night, that
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Among her stars to hear us; stars that hung
Love-charm'd to listen: all the wheels of Time
Spun round in station, but the end had come.
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Upon their dissolution, we two rose,gaiyo bab
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In one blind cry of passion and of pain,
Like bitter accusation ev'n to death,
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Live happy; tend thy flowers; be tended by
My blessing! should my shadow cross thy
thoughts good
Too sadly for their peace, so put it back
For calmer hours in memory's darkest hold,
If unforgotten! should it cross thy dreams,
O might it come like one that looks content,
With quiet eyes unfaithful to the truth,
And point thee forward to a distant light,
Or seem to lift a burthen from thy heart
And leave thee freer, till thou wake refresh'd
Then when the first low matin-chirp hath
grown
Full quire, and morning driv'n her plow of
pearl
Far furrowing into light the mounded rack,
Beyond the fair green field and eastern sea.
IT little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Match'd with an aged wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race, to borr
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not
I cannot rest from travel: I will drink
Life to the lees: all times I have enjoy'd
Greatly, have suffer'd greatly, both with those
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