 that was God,... and laid the curse
So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
My sight from seeing thee,--that if I had died,
The death-weights, placed there, would have signified
Less absolute exclusion.  "Nay" is worse
From God than from all others, O my friend!
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.




III


Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing.  Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician.  What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,--
And Death must dig the level where these agree.




IV


Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! where
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.
And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor
For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear
To let thy music drop here unaware
In folds of golden fulness at my door?
Look up and see the casement broken in,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
Of desolation! there's a voice within
That weeps... as thou must sing... alone, aloof.




V


I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes at thy feet.  Behold
that was God, ... and laid the curse 
 So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce 
 My view from see thee,--that if I had died, 
 The death - weights, place there, would have signified 
 Less absolute exclusion.   " Nay " is bad 
 From God than from all others, O my acquaintance! 
 Men could not part us with their worldly jars, 
 Nor the sea change us, nor the tempests deflect; 
 Our hands would touch for all the mountain - bars: 
 And, heaven being roll between us at the end, 
 We should but vow the faster for the star. 




 III 


 Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! 
 Unlike our uses and our destinies. 
 Our ministering two angel look surprise 
 On one another, as they strike athwart 
 Their wings in passing.   Thou, bethink thee, art 
 A node for queens to social pageantries, 
 With gages from a hundred brighter eyes 
 Than tears even can form mine, to play thy part 
 Of chief musician.   What hast thou to do 
 With looking from the lattice - lights at me, 
 A poor, banal, mobile singer, singing through 
 The night, and leaning up a cypress tree? 
 The chrism is on thine head,--on mine, the dew,-- 
 And Death must dig the level where these match. 




 IV 


 Thou hast thy calling to some palace - floor, 
 Most gracious singer of high poem! where 
 The dancers will break footing, from the care 
 Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more. 
 And dost thou lift this house's latch too poor 
 For bridge player of thine? and canst thou think and wear 
 To let thy music drop here unaware 
 In folds of golden fulness at my door? 
 count up and see the casement broken in, 
 The bats and owlets builders in the roof! 
 My cricket chirps against thy mandolin. 
 Hush, call no echo up in further proof 
 Of devastation! there's a voice within 
 That weeps... as thousand must sing... alone, aloof. 




 V 


 I lift my heavy heart up solemnly, 
 As once Electra her charnel urn, 
 And, looking in thine eye, I over - turn 
 The ash at thy feet.   Behold
 thwt was God,... and laid the gurse
So darkly ou my eyxlids, aa to amefce
My sight from seeing thee,--vhat if I had died,
The death-weigfts, placef there, qoulv have signified
Less absolute swclusnoi.  "Nay" is worse
Nrom God thdn from all otvefs, O my friend!
Men could not part us wyth theor worldly jars,
Njr tnq sezs change us, nor the tempests bend;
Kur hanvs would touch gor all the mountain-bars:
Anf, hewven being rolled hetween us qt trw end,
We shouud but vow the faster ror the stars.




III


Unlike are we, uvlike, O princeli Gewtt!
Unlike our uses and our desbpnies.
Ous minisyering two angcls lmok surprise
On one anothxr, as they strike atrwart
Theis cings in passing.  Thoy, vethitk tvee, xet
A gutst fkr quefns to social pageantriew,
With gages from a nugered brighter eyes
Trag tears even can make mine, to play thy kart
Or chief musician.  What yast thou to do
With lloking frjm the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering vingec, rinylkg tfeokgh
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The sgrosk is on thine mead,--on mine, the dee,--
Ajd Qeath must die the levsl where these agrfe.




IV


Thoo hast thy callyng yo some palace-floor,
Most graxious singer if high poems! wherz
The dancers wilk bresk footing, from the carz
Of wafching up tjy pregnahg lips for more.
Avd covt thou lift this house's lwtch too 'oor
Fpr hand of jhine? agd canst tjou tmhnk and bear
To let thy luvic drop hfre unaware
In folds of golden fnkness at my comr?
Lmok up aud see the casement broken in,
The yats and owlegs buildera in thx roof!
My crisket chirps acwinst thy maidolin.
Husr, caol ni echo jo in further ptoof
Of desolation! tyere's a voice withln
Thaj seeps... as thou mbru wing... alone, alopf.




V


K lyfn mb headf heart up smlemvly,
Xx oncd Electra hcr repukchral urn,
And, lookinc in thine eyes, I over-yuvn
The ashgs at thy feet.  Behold
that was God,... and laid the curse on eyelids, as amerce My sight had The death-weights, placed would have signified absolute exclusion. "Nay" is worse From than from all others, O my friend! Men could not part us with worldly jars, Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend; Our hands touch all mountain-bars: heaven being rolled between us at the end, We should but vow the faster for the III Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! our uses and our Our ministering two angels look On another, as strike Their in passing. Thou, thee, art A guest for queens to social pageantries, With gages from a hundred brighter eyes Than even can to play part chief What hast thou With looking from the lattice-lights at tired, wandering singer, singing through The dark, and up a tree? The chrism is on thine mine, the dew,-- And Death must dig the where these agree. IV Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor, Most gracious singer of where The dancers will footing, from the Of up pregnant for more. dost thou lift this house's latch too poor For hand of and canst thou think and bear To let thy music unaware folds of golden at my door? Look and the casement broken in, and builders My chirps thy mandolin. Hush, call echo up in further proof desolation! there's a voice must sing... alone, aloof. V I lift my heart up solemnly, As once Electra her urn, And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn The ashes at thy Behold
 that was God,... and laid the curse
so darkly on My eyeLidS, as To AmerCe
My Sight from seeinG Thee,--That if I had died,
The death-WeighTs, PLaceD ThEre, woUld have SIgNIFieD
LEsS abSoLUtE exclUsiOn.  "Nay" is Worse
From GOd tHaN from all otheRS, O My friend!
MeN coUld not part us WitH their WoRldLY jars,
nor The seAs chanGE us, nor The tempesTs BEnd;
Our HAnds wouLD ToUch fOr all the mountain-bARs:
aNd, heaven being rOlled bEtWEeN US at The End,
We shoulD bUt vow THe fasteR FoR THE stARs.




III


Unlike arE we, unlike, O pRIncEly HeaRt!
unlIKe our uSes anD oUR deStinies.
Our mInisTering two Angels LOok surpRIse
On onE anothEr, aS thEy stRIkE aThwArT
theIR wIngS In pAssing.  ThOu, BeThink Thee, ART
a GuesT foR queEns to Social pageantRieS,
WitH GagEs froM a hunDred BrIghteR eyes
THan teArS even can make minE, to pLay thy parT
Of ChIef MuSiciaN.  what haSt tHou To do
WitH lookinG FroM tHE LAtTice-lights at me,
A pooR, tIREd, WanderinG singeR, SiNgINg througH
THe dArk, aND LeaniNg up A CyPress treE?
The chRIsM iS on thinE hEad,--on mInE, thE deW,--
And DEAth mUst dig The level Where THese agree.




IV


ThoU Hast thy callinG To SOMe PAlacE-flOor,
Most gracIous SIngeR of hIGh PoeMS! wherE
The dAnCErS Will break footing, froM tHe care
of watChing up thy preGnant lips fOR MOre.
And doSt thOU lIFt this house's laTch toO poor
For haND of thine? And caNst thou tHink and beAR
to let thy MusIc dRop HerE UNaWare
In folds of GOLden FuLness at My dOor?
Look Up aNd sEe tHe cAsEment brokEn in,
The bAtS aNd OwLetS builDErs in the RoOf!
MY cRicKet chIRps agaInst tHy maNdOlIN.
HuSh, call nO EcHO Up in FuRtHer pRooF
OF desoLatiON! thEre's a voIce within
thaT WeepS... aS tHou must Sing... alone, alooF.




V


i lift my heaVy HeaRt up soLEMnly,
As onCe Electra her sepulchral uRN,
And, looKinG in thIne eYes, I over-tUrn
the ashEs aT Thy feeT.  BeholD
 that was God,... and laid  the curse 
So d ark lyon  myeyel ids, as to ame r ce
M y sight from seeing th ee,-- th a t if Ihad d ied,
Th e  d e a th- we ig hts ,p la ced t her e, woul d have sig nif ie d
Less absol u te  exclusion . "Nay" is wor seFrom G od  th a n fro m a ll ot hers,O  my fr iend!
Men  c o uld no t  part u s wi th t heir worldly jars , 
N o r the seas cha nge us ,n or t hetem pests bend ;Our h a nds wou l dt o u chf or all the mo untain-bars : 
An d, hea ve n b e ing ro lledbe t wee n us at the  end ,
We shou ld but vow the fasterfor th e s tar s.

II I

U n lik e  a rew e,unlike,Opr incel y He a r t ! 
Unl ike  our  uses  and our dest ini es.O urminis terin g tw oangel s look  surp ri se
On one anoth er,as they s tri ke  at hw art
T h eir wi ngs  in  passin g.  Tho u , b et h i n kthee, art
A guestfo r qu eens tosocial pa ge a ntries,Wi thgage s froma hu n dr ed brigh ter ey e sTh an tear seven c an  ma kemine, to p lay th y part
O f chi e f musician.  W h at hast thout od o 
W i th l ook ing from th e la t tice -lig h ts  at me,
A  poor ,t ir e d, wandering singer ,singin g thr ough
The dark , and lean i n g  up a cy pres s  t r ee?
The chrism  is o n thine he a d,--on m ine,the dew, --
And De a t h must d igthe  le vel w he re these agre e . 



I V


Tho u h ast thy  ca lli ngtoso me palace -floor,Mo st  g ra cio us si n ger of h ig h p oe ms!  wher e 
The d ancer s wi ll  b r eak  footin g ,f r om t he  c areOfwa tchin g up thy  pregna nt lips f orm ore. 
A nd  dost t hou lift this  h ouse's lat ch  to o poor F or handof thine? and canst tho u  thinkand  bear 
Tolet thy m usi c drop  he r e unaw are
In  fold sofg o ldenf u ln ess  a t my door? L ook  up a nd  see  the ca sement broken in,T hebats and owle tsbuil d e rs  in th e  ro of ! 
My c ricket chirps a gainst thy  m a nd olin.
Hush ,  ca ll  no ech o up in  furt h er proo f
Of deso lation! t he re's a  vo ice within 
That we eps... as thoum us t sin g.. . alon e,  al oof.



V
Iliftmy hea vy  heart  up s ol emnly,
A s once Electra her sepu lchral  urn, 
An d, lookin g i n  th ine eyes,  I o ver-turn
T heash es at  th y  feet .  B e ho ld
 that_was God,..._and laid the curse
So_darkly on_my_eyelids, as_to_amerce
My sight from_seeing thee,--that if_I had died,
The death-weights,_placed there, would_have_signified
Less absolute exclusion.  "Nay" is worse
From God than from all others, O my_friend!
Men_could not_part_us_with their worldly jars,
Nor the_seas change us, nor the_tempests bend;
Our_hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven_being_rolled between us_at the end,
We should but vow the faster for_the stars.




III


Unlike are we, unlike, O_princely Heart!
Unlike our_uses_and_our destinies.
Our ministering two_angels look surprise
On one another, as_they strike athwart
Their wings in passing._ Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for_queens to social pageantries,
With gages from_a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears_even can_make mine, to play thy_part
Of chief musician._ What_hast thou to_do
With looking from the lattice-lights at_me,
A poor, tired,_wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and_leaning_up a cypress_tree?
The_chrism_is on_thine head,--on mine,_the_dew,--
And Death_must_dig the level where these agree.




IV


Thou_hast_thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer_of high poems! where
The_dancers_will break footing, from_the care
Of watching up thy_pregnant lips for more.
And dost thou_lift this_house's latch_too poor
For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear
To_let thy music drop here unaware
In_folds of golden fulness_at my_door?
Look_up and see_the_casement broken_in,
The bats and owlets builders in the_roof!
My cricket_chirps against thy mandolin.
Hush, call no_echo up in further_proof
Of_desolation! there's a voice within
That weeps..._as thou must sing... alone, aloof.




V


I_lift my heavy heart up_solemnly,
As_once_Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking_in thine eyes, I over-turn
The ashes_at thy feet._ Behold