I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,
When we met first and loved, I did not build
Upon the event with marble. Could it mean
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
WITH stammering lips and insufficient sound
I strive and struggle to deliver right
That music of my nature, day and night
With dream and thought and feeling interwound
Go, sit upon the lofty hill,
And turn your eyes around,
Where waving woods and waters wild
Do hymn an autumn sound.
MY future will not copy fair my past
On any leaf but Heaven's. Be fully done,
Supernal Will ! I would not fain be one
Who, satisfying thirst and breaking fast
The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,