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Life of my life, wilt thou not answer this? * The dusky strand of Death inwoven here
With dear Love's tie, makes Love himself more
Is that enchanted moan only the swell
To dreamful wastes where footless fancies dwell
Among the fragments of the golden day.
It is but for a little space I go :
meanwhile far over moor and fell Beat to the noiseless music of the night! Has our whole earth gone nearer to the glow Of your soft splendours that you look so bright ? I have climb'd nearer out of lonely Hell. Beat, happy stars, timing with things below, Beat with heart more blest than heart can tell, Blest, but for some dark undercurrent woe
That seems to draw_but it shall not be so:
Let all be well, be well.
STRANGE, that I felt so gay,
She did not wish to blame him
But he vext her and perplext her With his worldly talk and folly :
Was it gentle to reprove her
For stealing out of view
Who but claims her as his due ?
Or for chilling his caresses
Nay, the plainness of her dresses ?
Now I know her but in two,
Nor can pronounce upon it
If one should ask me whether
The habit, hat, and feather,
Or the frock and gipsy bonnet
Than maiden Maud in either.
But to morrow, if we live,
A grand political dinner
To the men of many acres,
A gathering of the Tory,
A dinner and then a dance
For the maids and marriage-makers, And every eye but mine will glance At Maud in all her glory.
For I am not invited,
But, with the Sultan's pardon,
I am all as well delighted,
Till the dancing will be over;
And then, ob then, come out to me For a minute, but for a minute,
Come out to your own true lover,