In Memoriam A.H.H.
Sorrow, wilt thou live with me
No casual mistress, but a wife,
My bosom-friend and half of life;
I confess it needs must be;
Sorrow, wilt thou rule my blood,
Be sometimes lovely like a bride,
And put thy harsher moods aside,
thou wilt have me wise and good.
centred passion cannot move,
Nor will it lessen from to-day;
But I’ll have leave at times to play
with the creature of my love;
set thee forth, for thou art mine,
With so much hope for years to come,
That, howsoe’er I know thee, some
hardly tell what name were thine.
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