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-sweet. Do not shrink nor be afraid, Blushing with a sudden heat! No one standeth in the street?-- By God's love I go to meet, Love I thee with love complete. III. Lean thy face down; drop it in These two hands, that I may hold 'Twixt their palms thy cheek and chin, Stroking back the curls of gold: 'T is a fair, fair face, in sooth-- Larger eyes and redder mouth Than mine were in my first youth. IV. Thou art younger by seven years-- Ah!--so bashful at my gaze, That the lashes, hung with tears, Grow too heavy to upraise? I would wound thee by no touch Which thy shyness feels as such. Dost thou mind me, Dear, so much? V. Have I not been nigh a mother To thy sweetness--tell me, Dear? Have we not loved one another Tenderly, from year to year, Since our dying mother mild Said with accents undefiled, "Child, be mother to this child"! VI. Mother, mother, up in heaven, Stand up on the jasper sea, And be witness I have given All the gifts required of me,-- Hope that blessed me, bliss that crowned, Love that left me with a wound, Life itself that turneth round! VII. Thou art standing in the room, In a molten glory shrined That rays off into the gloom! But thy smile is bright and bleak Like cold waves--I cannot speak, I sob in it, and grow weak. VIII. Ghostly mother, keep aloof One hour longer from my soul, For I still am thinking of Earth's warm-beating joy and dole! On my finger is a ring Which I still see glittering When the night hides everything. IX. Little sister, thou art pale! Ah, I have a wandering brain-- But I lose that fever-bale, And my thoughts grow calm again. Lean down closer--closer still! I have words thine ear to fill, And would kiss thee at my will. X. Dear, I heard thee in the spring, Thee and Robert--through the trees,-- When we all went gathering Boughs of May-bloom for the bees. Do not start so! think instead How the sunshine overhead Seemed to trickle through the shade. XI. What a day it was, that day! Hills and vales did openly Seem to heave and throb away At the sight of the great sky: And the silence, as
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