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Not hardest Fortune's most unbounded stress
And very light that Light discovers by.
Howe'er thou turn'st, wrong Earth! still Love's in sight :
ACROSS the brook of Time man leaping goes
Of neutrals, kill-times, sleeps, indifferencies.
O'er vantages of wealth, place, learning, tact. But thou within thyself, dear manifold heart, Dost bind all epochs in one dainty Fact.
Oh, sweet, my pretty sum of history,
BALTIMORE, 1874-5. ·
TIME, hurry my Love to me :
'Twixt Now and Then. Why, killing haste Were best, dear Time, for thee, for thee !
Oh, would that I might divine
Wherefrom our times-to-come descend.
He called thee Sometime. Change it, friend : Now-time sounds so much more fine!
Sweet Sometime, fly fast to me :
And calls, When wilt thou come, O Love?
Good Moment, that giv'st him me,
Thou 'It be this heavenly velvet time
Set lip to lip dusk-modestly;
Or haply some noon afar,
-O life's top bud, mixt rose and star,
Well, be it dusk-time or noon-time,
I ask but one small boon, Time:
Come thou in night, come thou in day,
I care not, I care not have thine own way, But only, but only, come soon, Time.
WHAT time I paced, at pleasant morn,
I heard a mellow hunting-horn
Make dim report of Dian's lustihood
Far down a heavenly hollow.
Mine ear, though fain, had pain to follow :
Most ficklewise about, or here, or there,
I marked a blossom shiver to and fro
Thrust up its sad-gold body lustily,
In that wing-music held me: down I lay
As some dim blur of distant music nears