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A glimmering shoulder under gloom
And many a slope was rich in bloom,
From him that on the mountain lea
And fluted to the morning sea.
“come NOT, WHEN I AM DEAD.”
CoME not, when I am dead,
Child, if it were thine error or thy crime,
Wed whom thou wilt, but I am sick of Time,
Pass on, weak heart, and leave me where I lie :
Go by, go by.
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls.
T H E T A L KIN G O A. K.
ONCE more the gate behind me falls;
I see the mouldered Abbey-walls,
For when my passion first began,
The love that makes me thrice a man,
For oft I talked with him apart,
Until he plagiarized a heart,
Though what he whispered under Heaven
I found him garrulously given,
If yet he keeps the power.
IX. Say thou, whereon I carved her name, If ever maid or spouse, As fair as my Olivia, came To rest beneath thy boughs 2–
X. “O Walter, I have sheltered here Whatever maiden grace The good old Summers, year by year, Made ripe in Sumner-chace:
XI. “Old Summers, when the monk was fat, And, issuing shorn and sleek, Would twist his girdle tight, and pat The girls upon the cheek,
“Ere yet, in scorn of Peter's-pence,
Bluff Harry broke into the spence,
“And I have seen some score of those Fresh faces, that would thrive
When his man-minded offset rose
XIV. “And all that from the town would stroll, Till that wild wind made work, In which the gloomy brewer's soul Went by me, like a stork:
XVII. “And, leg and arm with love-knots gay, About me leaped and laughed The modish Cupid of the day, And shrilled his tinsel shaft.
“I swear (and else may insects prick
This girl, for whom your heart is sick,
“For those and theirs, by Nature's law,
But in these latter springs I saw
XX. “From when she gambolled on the greens, A baby-germ, to when The maiden blossoms of her teens Could number five from ten.
“O yesterday, you know, the fair