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Eyes with idle tears are wet.
Idle habit links us yet.
What is love ? for we forget :

Ah, no! no !

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 for ever dwell ! They have not shed a many tears,

Dear eyes, since first I knew them well.

Yet tears they shed: they had their part

Of sorrow : for when time was ripe, The still affection of the heart

Became an outward breathing type, That into stillness past again,

And left a want unknown before ; Although the loss that brought us pain,

That loss but made us love the more,

VOL. I.

With farther lookings on. The kiss,

The woven arms, seem but to be Weak symbols of the settled bliss,

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,

With blessings which no words can find.

Arise, and let us wander forth,

To yon old mill across the wolds ; For look, the sunset, south and north,

Winds all the vale in rosy folds, And fires your narrow casement glass,

Touching the sullen pool below; On the chalk-hill the bearded grass

Is dry and dewless. Let us go

FATIMA.

O Love, Love, Love ! O withering might !
O sun, that from thy noonday height
Shudderest when I strain my sight,
Throbbing thro' all thy heat and light,

Lo, falling from my constant mind,
Lo, parch'd and wither’d, deaf and blind,
I whirl like leaves in roaring wind.

Last night I wasted hateful hours
Below the city's eastern towers :
I thirsted for the brooks, the showers :
I rolled among the tender flowers :

I crush'd them on my breast, my mouth :
I look'd athwart the burning drouth
Of that long desert to the south.

III.

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
With one long kiss my whole soul thro'
My lips, as sunlight drinketh dew.

iv.
Before he mounts the hill, I know
He cometh quickly: from below
Sweet gales, as from deep gardens, blow
Before him, striking on my brow.

In my dry brain my spirit soon,
Down-deepening from swoon to swoon,
Faints like a dazzled morning moon.

The wind sounds like a silver wire,
And from beyond the noon a fire
Is pour'd upon the hills, and nigher
The skies stoop down in their desire ;

And, isled in sudden seas of light,
My heart, pierced thro' with fierce delight,
Bursts into blossom in his sight.

My whole soul waiting silently,
All naked in a sultry sky,
Droops blinded with his shining eye,
I will possess him or will die.

I will grow round him in his place,
Grow, live, die looking on his face,
Die, dying clasp'd in his embrace.

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