Will thou back if I cry? If I always pray to the elevated sky? Will thou appear again.

In the smallest specks of a pebbly bay? In the sunlit garden, with the high sunflowers.

'S lied along the margin of a cove.

The simple Truth.

older than an oak.

The Whity white color.

Lighter than the Clean.

Yet.

Gentle than the morrow dream.

The gloosy glazed sincere glidering from the hearts.

Not visible.

Still.

Tangible.

Is it manifested in the world The Tower? But.

I desire.

Not having any other replier.

Hath I known its essence.

It would brim my heart.

Hath I known its essence.

It would sing my melancholy.

'gainst the dumbness of the wall.

Not making the friend sad.

Let it feel virtous love.

Hath I known its essence.

It would brim my pure affection.

Thou art departing.

Broken-hearted thou heard it.

As 'Sophocles long ago.

Heard it on the Agean, and it.

brought into his mind the turbid ebb.

and flow of human misery'.

Hath I known its essence.

Will thou? Once, once, once Remove me beyond.