TO A FRIEND.
Oh, call me but thy Friend!
Seek thou no other word when thou wouldst pour
Thy soul in mine; for this unto the core
Of Love doth pierce, and in it comprehend
All secrets of its lore!
Seek thou no other word when thou wouldst pour
Thy soul in mine; for this unto the core
Of Love doth pierce, and in it comprehend
All secrets of its lore!
Yet thou dost move within
A Tropic sphere of soul, and all too weak
For thy full-hearted utterance; worn too thin
By daily usage seem the words we speak.
Too oft misprizing them; so thou dost hold
This current coin of ours for base, and choose
From thine own wealth new moulds, wherein to fuse
Thy virgin, unsunned gold!
A Tropic sphere of soul, and all too weak
For thy full-hearted utterance; worn too thin
By daily usage seem the words we speak.
Too oft misprizing them; so thou dost hold
This current coin of ours for base, and choose
From thine own wealth new moulds, wherein to fuse
Thy virgin, unsunned gold!
So let thy choice be free!
Our spirits thus by divers laws are bound:
One may not judge the other, but from me
Seek thou no other token! for its sound
Our spirits thus by divers laws are bound:
One may not judge the other, but from me
Seek thou no other token! for its sound
