Accuse me not, beseec I wear

    too calm and sad a face in front of thine;

    For  shine

    it on our brow and hair.

    On me t ing care,

    As on a bee s in a crystalline;

    Since sorrow  me safe in loves divine,

    And to spread er air

    ere most impossible failure, if I strove

    to fail so. But I look on thee--

    Behe end of love,

    hearing oblivion beyond memory;

    As one ws and gazes from above,

    Over to tter sea.

    And yet, because t so,

    Because t more noble and like a king,

    t prevail against my fears and fling

    till my  shall grow

    too close against t o know

    shook when alone. hy, conquering

    May prove as lordly and complete a thing

    In lifting upward, as in crushing low !

    And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword

    to one ws h,

    Even so, Beloved, I at last record,

    rife. If te me forth,

    I rise above abasement at the word.

    Make to enlarge my h.

    My poet, t touces

    God set between er and Before,

    And strike up and strike off the general roar

    Of t floats

    In a serene air purely. Antidotes

    Of medicated music, answering for

    Mankinds forlornest uses, t pour

    From to tes

    to suco  on thine.

    ,  t use ?

    A o sing by gladly ? or a fine

    Sad memory, o interfuse ?

    A so sing--of palm or pine ?

    A grave, on  from singing ? Choose.

    I nev