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e rest, And no content for me from dawn to dark, From set of sun to song-time of the lark, And yet, withal, there is no man alive Who for a goodly cause to make it thrive, Would do such deeds as I would gird me to Could I but win the pearl for which I dive. iii. It is thy love which, downward in the deep Of far-off visions, I behold in sleep,-- It is thy pearl of love which in the night Doth tempt my soul to hopes I dare not write,-- It is this gem for which, had I a crown, I'd barter peace and pomp, and ermined gown; It is thy troth, thou paragon of maids! For which I'd sell the joys of all renown. iv. I would attack a panther in its den To do thee service as thy man of men, Or front the Fates, or, like a ghoul, confer With staring ghosts outside a sepulchre. I would forego a limb to give thee life, Or yield my soul itself in any strife, In any coil of doubt, in any spot When Death and Danger meet as man and wife. v. It is my solace, all my nights and days, To pray for thee and dote on thee always, And evermore to count myself a king Because I earn'd thy favour in the spring. Oh, smile on me and call me to thy side, And I will kneel to thee, as to a bride, And yet adore thee as a saint in Heaven By God ordained, by good men glorified! vi. I will acquaint thee with mine inmost thought And teach thee all I know, though unbesought, And make thee prouder of a poet's dream Than wealthy men are proud of what they seem. If thou have trust therein, if thou require Service of me, or song, or penance dire, I will obey thee as thy belted knight, Or die to satisfy thy heart's desire. vii. Ah! thou hast that in store which none can give, None but thyself, and I am fain to live To watch the outcome of so fair a gift,-- To see the bright good morrow loom and lift, And know that thou,--unpeer'd beneath the moon,-- Untamed of men,--untutor'd to the tune Of lip with lip,--wilt cease thy coy disdain And learn the languors of the loves of June. viii. All that I am, and all I hope to be, Is thine till death; and though I die for thee Each day I live; and though I throb and thrill At thoughts that seem to burn me, and to chill, In my dark hours, I revel in the same; Yet I am free of hope, as thou of blame, And all around me, wakeful and in sleep, I weave a blessing for thy soul to claim. ix. Oh, by thy radiant hair and by the glow Of thy full eye
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