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Let no man ask thee of anything	A
Not yearborn between Spring and Spring	A
More of all worlds than he can know	B
Each day the single sun doth show	B
A trustier gloss than thou canst give	C
From all wise scrolls demonstrative	C
The sea doth sigh and the wind sing	A
Let no man awe thee on any height	D
Of earthly kingship's mouldering might	D
The dust his heel holds meet for thy brow	E
Hath all of it been what both are now	E
And thou and he may plague together	F
A beggar's eyes in some dusty weather	F
When none that is now knows sound or sight	D
Crave thou no dower of earthly things	G
Unworthy Hope's imaginings	G
To have brought true birth of Song to be	H
And to have won hearts to Poesy	G
Or anywhere in the sun or rain	I
To have loved and been beloved again	J
Is loftiest reach of Hope's bright wings	G
The wild waifs cast up by the sea	G
Are diverse ever seasonably	K
Even so the soul tides still may land	L
A different drift upon the sand	L
But one the sea is evermore	M
And one be still 'twixt shore and shore	M
As the sea's life thy soul in thee	G
Say hast thou pride How then may fit	N
Thy mood with flatterers' silk spun wit	N
Haply the sweet voice lifts thy crest	O
A breeze of fame made manifest	O
Nay but then chaf'st at flattery Pause	G
Be sure thy wrath is not because	G
It makes thee feel thou lovest it	N
Let thy soul strive that still the same	P
Be early friendship's sacred flame	P
The affinities have strongest part	Q
In youth and draw men heart to heart	Q
As life wears on and finds no rest	O
The individual in each breast	O
Is tyrannous to sunder them	R
In the life drama's stern cue call	K
A friend's a part well prized by all	K
And if thou meet an enemy	G
What art thou that none such should be	G
Even so but if the two parts run	S
Into each other and grow one	S
Then comes the curtain's cue to fall	K
Whate'er by other's need is claimed	T
More than by thine to him unblamed	T
Resign it and if he should hold	T
What more than he thou lack'st bread gold	T
Or any good whereby we live	U
To thee such substance let him give	C
Freely nor he nor thou be shamed	T
Strive that thy works prove equal lest	T
That work which thou hast done the best	T
Should come to be to thee at length	V
Even as to envy seems the strength	V
Of others hateful and abhorr'd	T
Thine own above thyself made lord	T
Of self rebuke the bitterest	T
Unto the man of yearning thought	T
And aspiration to do nought	T
Is in itself almost an act	T
Being chasm fire and cataract	T
Of the soul's utter depths unseal'd	T
Yet woe to thee if once thou yield	T
Unto the act of doing nought	T
How callous seems beyond revoke	W
The clock with its last listless stroke	W
How much too late at length to trace	G
The hour on its forewarning face	G
The thing thou hast not dared to do	T
Behold this may be thus Ere true	T
It prove arise and bear thy yoke	W
Let lore of all Theology	G
Be to thy soul what it can be	G
But know the Power that fashions man	X
Measured not out thy little span	X
For thee to take the meting rod	T
In turn and so approve on God	T
Thy science of Theometry	T
To God at best to chance at worst	T
Give thanks for good things last as first	T
But windstrown blossom is that good	T
Whose apple is not gratitude	T
Even if no prayer uplift thy face	G
Let the sweet right to render grace	G
As thy soul's cherished child be nurs'd	T
Didst ever say Lo I forget	T
Such thought was to remember yet	T
As in a gravegarth count to see	G
The monuments of memory	G
Be this thy soul's appointed scope	Y
Gaze onward without claim to hope	Y
Nor gazing backward court regret	T

Dante Gabriel Rossetti

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