If you can see the colour come
Into the blushing pear or plum;
If you can see the water grow
To cakes of ice, or flakes of snow;
If you can see that drop of rain
Lost in the wild sea once again;
If you can see how dreams do creep
Into the brain by easy sleep:–
–Then there is hope that you may see
Her love me once, who now hates me.
Say, are thy medicines made to beHelps to all others but to me?I’ll leave thee, and to Pansies come:Comforts you’ll afford me some:You can ease my heart, and doWhat Love could ne’er be brought unto.
Who as soon fell fast asleep,As her little eyes did peep.–Give her strewings, but not stirThe earth, that lightly covers her.
Duly, morn and evening, come,And with flowers dress my tomb.–Having promised, pay your debtsMaids, and here strew violets.
But every line and limb diffused thenceA fair and unfamiliar excellence;So that the more I look, the more I proveThere’s still more cause why I the more should love.
From all mischances that may frightYour pleasing slumbers in the nightMercy secure ye all, and keepThe goblin from ye, while ye sleep.–Past one a clock, and almost two,–My masters all, ‘Good day to you.’
Or whether with the soul it came,At first, infused with the same;Whether in part ’tis here or there,Or, like the soul, whole every where.This troubles me; but I as wellAs any other, this can tell;That when from hence she does depart,The outlet then is from the heart.
