And I would be the necklace, And all day long to fall and rise With her laughter or her sighs, A trifle, sweet! which true love spells True love interprets right alone. His light upon the letter dwells, For all the spirit is his own. So, if I waste words now, in truth You must blame Love. His early rage Had force to make me rhyme in youth, And makes me talk too much in age. And now those vivid hours are gone, Half-anger'd with my happy lot, Love that hath us in the net, Many a chance the years beget. Love is hurt with jar and fret. Look thro' mine eyes with thine. True wife, Round my true heart thine arms entwine; My other dearer life in life, Look thro' my very soul with thine! Untouch'd with any shade of years, May those kind eyes forever dwell! They have not shed a many tears, Dear eyes, since first I knew them well. Yet tears they shed: they had their part Became an outward breathing type, And left a want unknown before; Although the loss that brought us pain, That loss but made us love the more, With farther lookings on. The kiss, The comfort, I have found in thee: But that God bless thee, dear- who wrought Two spirits to one equal mind With blessings beyond hope or thought, Arise, and let us wander forth, Το yon old mill across the wolds; O LOVE, Love, Love! O withering might! Last night I wasted hateful hours I thirsted for the brooks, the showers: I roll'd among the tender flowers: I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth: Last night, when some one spoke his name, From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame. O Love, O fire! once he drew I will po I will grow round him in his place, Throbbing turo an eng Lo, falling from my constant mind, Last night I wasted hateful hours I thirsted for the brooks, the showers : I roll'd among the tender flowers: I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth: Last night, when some one spoke his name, From my swift blood that went and came A thousand little shafts of flame Were shiver'd in my narrow frame. O Love, O fire! once he drew |