PROOF AND DISPROOF.

I. Dost thou love me, my Belovèd? Who shall answer yes or no? What is provèd or disprovèd When my soul inquireth so, Dost thou love me, my Belovèd? II. I have seen thy heart to-day, Never open to the crowd, While to love me aye and aye Was the vow as it was vowed By thine eyes of steadfast grey. 26 III. Now I sit alone, alone— And the hot tears break and burn, Now, Belovèd, thou art gone, Doubt and terror have their turn. Is it love that I have known? IV. I have known some bitter things,— Anguish, anger, solitude. Year by year an evil brings, Year by year denies a good; March winds violate my springs. V. I have known how sickness bends, I have known how sorrow breaks,— How quick hopes have sudden ends, How the heart thinks till it aches Of the smile of buried friends. 27 VI. Last, I have known thee, my brave Noble thinker, lover, doer! The best knowledge last I have. But thou comest as the thrower Of fresh flowers upon a grave. VII. Count what feelings used to move me! Can this love assort with those? Thou, who art so far above me, Wilt thou stoop so, for repose? Is it true that thou canst love me? VIII. Do not blame me if I doubt thee. I can call love by its name When thine arm is wrapt about me; But even love seems not the same, When I sit alone, without thee. 28 IX. In thy clear eyes I descried Many a proof of love, to-day; But to-night, those unbelied Speechful eyes being gone away, There’s the proof to seek, beside. X. Dost thou love me, my Belovèd? Only thou canst answer yes! And, thou gone, the proof’s disprovèd, And the cry rings answerless— Dost thou love me, my Belovèd?

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QUESTION AND ANSWER.

I. Love you seek for, presupposes Summer heat and sunny glow. Tell me, do you find moss-roses Budding, blooming in the snow? Snow might kill the rose-tree’s root— Shake it quickly from your foot, Lest it harm you as you go. II. From the ivy where it dapples A grey ruin, stone by stone, Do you look for grapes or apples, Or for sad green leaves alone? Pluck the leaves off, two or three— Keep them for morality When you shall be safe and gone.

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INCLUSIONS.

I. Oh, wilt thou have my hand, Dear, to lie along in thine? As a little stone in a running stream, it seems to lie and pine. Now drop the poor pale hand, Dear, unfit to plight with thine. II. Oh, wilt thou have my cheek, Dear, drawn closer to thine own? My cheek is white, my cheek is worn, by many a tear run down. Now leave a little space, Dear, lest it should wet thine own. 31 III. Oh, must thou have my soul, Dear, commingled with thy soul?— Red grows the cheek, and warm the hand; the part is in the whole: Nor hands nor cheeks keep separate, when soul is joined to soul.