Love bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew backLove bade me welcome. Yet my soul drew back compare Song of Solomon 5:6. "I opened to my beloved, but my beloved had with drawen himself" (Authorized Version, 1611). "Bade" is past tense of "bid," and in Herbert's time was pronounced like "bad."
. . .
Love lives beyond
The tomb, the earth, which fades like dew—
I love the fond, . . .
The fountains mingle with the river
And the rivers with the ocean,
The winds of heaven mix for ever . . .
If yet I have not all thy love,
Dear, I shall never have it all;
I cannot breathe one other sigh, to move, . . .
Go to the western gate, Luke Havergal,
There where the vines cling crimson on the wall,
And in the twilight wait for what will come. . . .
I loved him not; and yet, now he is gone,
I feel I am alone.
I check’d him while he spoke; yet, could he speak, . . .
About the Shark, phlegmatical one,
Pale sot of the Maldive sea,
The sleek little pilot-fish, azure and slim, . . .
A march in the ranks hard-prest, and the road unknown,
A route through a heavy wood with muffled steps in the darkness,
Our army foil’d with loss severe, and the sullen remnant retreating, . . .
I
The grey sea and the long black land;
And the yellow half-moon large and low; . . .
Half of my life is gone, and I have let
The years slip from me and have not fulfilled
The aspiration of my youth, to build . . .
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