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Show When thou would'st havo mo go with thoo, 0 DonUi, Ovor tho utmost vorgo, to tho dim placo, Practlco upon mo with no armorous grace Or rawnlng lips, ana words or dollcato breath, And curious music thy luto uttoroth; Nor think ror mo thoro must bo soughtout ways Or cloud and terror; havo wo many days Sojourned togothor, and is this thy faith? t Nay, bo thoro plainnoss 'twlxt us; conjo to mo Evon as thou art, 0 brothor or my soul; Hoftd thy hand out and I will place mlno thore; I trust thy mouth's Inscrutable Irony, V And doro to lay my rorohood whore tho whole Shadow lloa deop or thy purpuroal hair. EDWARD DOWDE.'Y. |