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id in me, And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn Through the ashen grayness. If thy foot in scorn Could tread them out to darkness utterly, It might be well perhaps. But if instead Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow The gray dust up, ... those laurels on thine head, O my beloved, will not shield thee so, That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred The hair beneath. Stand further off, then! Go. "Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforward in thy shadow. Never more Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, Without the sense of that which I forbore, Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine With pulses that beat double. What I do And what I dream include thee, as the wine Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue God for myself, He hears that name of thine, And sees within my eyes, the tears of two. "Beloved, my beloved, when I think That thou wast in the world a year ago, What time I sat alone here in the snow, And saw no foot-print, heard the silence sink No moment at they voice; ... but link by link Went courting all my chains, as if that so They never could fall off at any blow Struck by thy possible hand.... Why, thus I drink Of life's great cup of wonder. Wonderful, Never to feel thee thrill the day or night With personal act or speech,--nor ever call Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white Thou sawest growing! _Atheists are as dull, Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight._ "First time he kissed me, he but only kissed The fingers of this hand wherewith I write, And ever since it grew more clear and white; How to world greetings ... quick with its 'Oh, list,' When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst I could not wear there plainer to my sight Than that first kiss. The second passed in height The first, and sought the forehead, and half-missed, Half falling on the hair. O, beyond meed! That was the chrism of love, which love's own crown, With sanctifying sweetness, did precede. The third, upon my lips was folded down, In perfect purple state! Since when, indeed, I have been proud, and said, 'My love, my own.'"
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