t ! all is said a word.
I sit beneathy looks, as children do
In t tremble through
their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
In t last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue
t, but t wo
S stand unministered
By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,
thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise,
it serenely interpose:
Brood dohy divine sufficiencies
ts hose,
Like callo desert to the skies.
t! all is said a word.
I sit beneathy looks, as children do
In t tremble through
their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
In t last doubt! and yet I cannot rue
t, but t wo
S stand unministered
By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,
thou dovelike help! and, when my fears would rise,
it serenely interpose:
Brood dohy divine sufficiencies
ts hose,
Like callo desert to the skies.
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.
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 th,
And catce.
Yes, call me by t name,--and I, in truth,
it, .
it, I said, Ill anshee
As t call me by my name--
Lo, the same,
Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?
old ily
I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,
to run and ans came
At play last moment, and on h me
through my obedience. hen I answer now,
I drop a grave t, break from solitude;
Yet still my goes to thee--ponder how--
Not as to a single good, but all my good !
Lay t, best one, and allow
t no c could run fast as this blood.
it, I said, Ill anshee
As t call me by my name--
Lo, the same,
Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy?
old ily
I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,
to run and ans came
At play last moment, and on h me
through my obedience. hen I answer now,
I drop a grave t, break from solitude;
Yet still my goes to thee--ponder how--
Not as to a single good, but all my good!
Lay t, best one, and allow
t no c could run as fast as this blood.
If I leave all for t thou exchange
And be all to me ? Shall I never miss
alk and blessing and the common kiss
t comes to eacurn, nor count it strange,
o drop on a new range
Of his ?
Nay, t place by me which is
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?
t s . If to conquer love, ried,
to conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
Alas, I o love.
Yet love me-- t wide,
And fold hy dove.
If I leave all for t thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
alk and blessings and the common kiss
t comes to eacurn, nor count it strange,
o drop on a new range
Of his?
Nay, t place by me which is
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change?
ts . If to conquer love, ried,
to conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
Alas, I o love.
Yet love me-- t wide,
And fold hy dove.