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In commendation of this kind of love:-
I love you! - Listen, O embodied Ray Of the great Brightness; I must pass away While you remain, and these light words must
Tokens by which you may remember me.
And as to friend or mistress, 'tis a form;
Perhaps I wish you were one.
Others with a
Hint that, though not my wife, you are a
What is the colour of your eyes and hair?
The world should know
but, as I am afraid, The Quarterly would bait you if betrayed; And if, as it will be sport to see them stumble Over all sorts of scandals, hear them mumble Their litany of curses-some guess right, And others swear you're a Hermaphrodite ; Like that sweet marble monster of both sexes, With looks so sweet and gentle that it vexes The very soul that the soul is gone Which lifted from her limbs the veil of stone.
It is a sweet thing, friendship, a dear balm, A happy and auspicious bird of calm, Which rides o'er life's ever tumultuous Ocean; A God that broods o'er chaos in commotion; A flower which fresh as Lapland roses are, Lifts its bold head into the world's frore air,
And blooms most radiantly when others die,
A smile among dark frowns—a gentle tone
If I had but a friend! Why, I have three
But none can ever be more dear than you.
Or like a dying swan who soars and sings,
A lovely soul, formed to be blest and bless : A well of sealed and secret happiness;
A lute which those whom Love has taught to
Make music on to cheer the roughest day,
To the oblivion whither I and thou,
If any should be curious to discover Whether to you I am a friend or lover, Let them read Shakespeare's sonnets, taking
A whetstone for their dull intelligence
That tears and will not cut, or let them guess How Diotima, the wise prophetess,
Instructed the instructor, and why he
The roof of darkness, in the golden dawn,
My hopes of Heaven — you know what they
That the presumptuous pedagogues of Earth,
They have few pleasures in the world beside;
Perhaps we should be dull were we not chidden, Paradise fruits are sweetest when forbidden. Folly can season Wisdom, Hatred, Love.
Farewell, if it can be to say farewell
I will not, as most dedicators do, Assure myself and all the world and you,