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George Willis Cooke, comp.  The Poets of Transcendentalism: An Anthology.  1903.
Till Love be Whole
By Sidney Henry Morse (1833–1903)
THE SOUL I dwell within
Forgets my load of sin,
    And circles me
    With amorous glee,
To win my first faint smile        5
Of love that bodes no guile;—
Unfolds my heart the while,
    And sets me free.
Delights she to surprise
Me with some thought that hies        10
    To heaven straightway:
    Then all the day
I wander o’er the earth,
And find not half its worth;
Yet lose I not my mirth,        15
    And pray, and pray.
Oh! I am precious seed
Thus planted for her meed:
    My offish ways
    And long delays        20
She takes no notice of,
But steadily doth move
Upon my heart with love,
    Nor doubt displays.
Now I shall make return,        25
And my love’s taper burn
    For my good soul,
    As towards the goal
My steps I hourly bend;
And to the flame yet lend        30
Increase, far to the end,
    Till love be whole?

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