Sonnet II - Of thee kind boy I ask no red and white
Of thee, kind boy,
I ask no red and white,
To make up my delight;
No odd becoming graces,
Of thee, kind boy,
I ask no red and white,
To make up my delight;
No odd becoming graces,
Remember thee
remember thee
Till Lethe quench life's burning stream Remorse and shame shall cling to thee, And haunt thee like a feverish dream
Remember thee
If I forget thee,
Jerusalem,
Then let my right be forgotten
Let my right be forgotten, and my left remember
Joyful, joyful we adore Thee,
God of glory,
Lord of love,
Hearts unfold like flowers before Thee, hail Thee as the sun above
One sung of thee who left the tale untold,
Like the false dawns which perish in the bursting;
Like empty cups of wrought and daedal gold,
Which mock the lips with air, when they are thirsting
I loved thee; and perchance until this
Within my breast is smouldering still the fire
Yet I would spare thy pain the least renewal,
Nothing shall rouse again the old desire
O'er thee,
Misfortune,
I have ceased to wail,
I'll utter no reproaches any more
I
OT love thee, tho' thy soul Be one which all good thoughts control;
Altho' thy eyes be starry bright,
And the gleams of golden light Fall upon thy silken hair,
I ask of thee, love, nothing but relief
Thou canst not bring the old days back again;
For I was happy then,
Not knowing heavenly joy, not knowing grief