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ife, until it was All yours, my love, all yours! Yet, stern possession! I have my death, Sole yielding up of my sole breath; Which all within myself I die, All in myself must cry the cry Which the deaf body's wall immures.-- Thought fashioneth My death without her.--Ah, even death All yours, my love, all yours! Death, then, be hers. I have my heaven, For which no arm of hers has striven; Which solitary I must choose, And solitary win or lose.-- Ah, but not heaven my own endures! I must perforce Taste you, my stream, in God your source,-- So steep my heaven in yours. At last I said--I have my God, Who doth desire me, though a clod, And from His liberal Heaven shall He Bar in mine arms His privacy. Himself for mine Himself assures.-- None shall deny God to be mine, but He and I All yours, my love, all yours! I have no fear at all lest I Without her draw felicity. God for His Heaven will not forego Her whom I found such heaven below, And she will train Him to her lures. Nought, lady, I love In you but more is loved above; What made me, makes Him yours. 'I, thy sought own, am I forgot?' Ha, thou?--thou liest, I seek thee not. Why what, thou painted parrot, Fame, What have I taught thee but her name? Hear, thou slave Fame, while Time endures, I give her thee; Page her triumphal name!--Lady, Take her, the thrall is yours. UNTO THIS LAST. A boy's young fancy taketh love Most simply, with the rind thereof; A boy's young fancy tasteth more The rind, than the deific core. Ah, Sweet! to cast away the slips Of unessential rind, and lips Fix on the immortal core, is well; But heard'st thou ever any tell Of such a fool would take for food Aspect and scent, however good, Of sweetest core Love's orchards grow? Should such a phantast please him so, Love where Love's reverent self denies Love to feed, but with his eyes, All the savour, all the touch, Another's--was there ever such? Such were fool, if fool there be; Such fool was I, and was for thee! But if the touch and savour too Of this fruit--say, Sweet, of you-- You unto another give For sacrosanct prerogative, Yet even
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