THE thoughts in me are very calm and high
That think upon your love: yet by your leave
You shall not greatly marvel that this eve
Or nightfall'yet scarce nightfall'the strong sky
Leaves me thus sad. Now if you ask me why,
I cannot teach you, dear; but I believe
It is that man will always interweave
Life with fresh want, with wish or fear to die.
It may be therefore,'though the matter touch
Nowise our love,'that I so often look
Sad in your presence, often feeling so.
And of the reason I can tell thus much:'
Man's soul is like the music in a book
Which were not music but for high and low.
