| I |
I thought once how Theocritus had sung |
| II |
But only three in all God's universe |
| III |
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! |
| IV |
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, |
| V |
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, |
| VI |
Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand |
| VII |
The face of all the world is changed, I think, |
| VIII |
What can I give thee back, O liberal |
| IX |
Can it be right to give what I can give? |
| X |
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed |
| XI |
And therefore if to love can be desert, |
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| XII |
Indeed this very love which is my boast, |
| XIII |
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech |
| XIV |
If thou must love me, let it be for nought |
| XV |
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear |
| XVI |
And yet, because thou overcomest so, |
| XVII |
My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes |
| XVIII |
I never gave a lock of hair away |
| XIX |
The soul's Rialto hath its merchandise; |
| XX |
Belovèd, my Belovèd, when I think |
| XXI |
Say over again, and yet once over again, |
| XXII |
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, |
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| XXIII |
Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead, |
| XXIV |
Let the world's sharpness, like a clasping knife, |
| XXV |
A heavy heart, Belovèd, have I borne |
| XXVI |
I lived with visions for my company |
| XXVII |
My dear Belovèd, who hast lifted me |
| XXVIII |
My letters-- all dead paper, mute and white! |
| XXIX |
I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud |
| XXX |
I see thine image through my tears to-night, |
| XXXI |
Thou comest! all is said without a word. |
| XXXII |
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath |
| XXXIII |
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear |
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| XXXIV |
With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee |
| XXXV |
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange |
| XXXVI |
When we met first and loved, I did not build |
| XXXVII |
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make, |
| XXXVIII |
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed |
| XLIX |
Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace |
| XL |
Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! |
| XLI |
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts, |
| XLII |
My future will not copy fair my past-- |
| XLIII |
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. |
| XLIX |
Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers |
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