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"I shook him down because he was
'O kiss him twice and thrice for me,
That have no lips to kiss, For never yet was oak on lea Shall grow so fair as this."
Step deeper yet in herb and fern,
Spread upward till thy boughs discern
This fruit of thine by Love is blest,
That but a moment lay
Some happy future day.
I kiss it twice, I kiss it thrice,
To riper life may magnetise
But thou, while kingdoms overset, Or lapse from hand to hand,
Thy leaf shall never fail, nor yet Thine acorn in the land.
May never saw dismember thee,
That art the fairest-spoken tree
O rock upon thy towery top
All starry culmination drop
All grass of silky feather grow—
And while he sinks or swells The full south-breeze around thee blow
The sound of minster bells.
The fat earth feed thy branchy root,
That under deeply strikes! The northern morning o'er thee shoot,
High up, in silver spikes!
Nor ever lightning char thy grain,
But, rolling as in sleep, Low thunders bring the mellow rain,
That makes thee broad and deep!
And hear me swear a solemn oath,
That only by thy side
And when my marriage-morn may fall,
Alternate leaf and acorn-ball
And I will work in prose and rhyme, And praise thee more in both
Than bard has honour'd beech or lime, Or that Thessalian growth,
In which the swarthy ringdove sat,
And more than England honours that,
Wherein the younger Charles abode
And far below the Roundhead rode,
LOVE AND DUTY.
Of love that never found his earthly close,
What sequel? Streaming eyes and breaking hearts?
Or all the same as if he had not been?
Not so. Shall Error in the round of time