so long

A little soul for a little bears up this corpse which is man.

So long I endure, no longer; and laugh not again, neither weep.

For there is no God found stronger than death; and death is a sleep.

And the reign of the rose undone

That ruled so long in the light,

And by spirit, and not by sight,

Towards those blue death-mountains

I have forgot so long.

O strange effect! now thou art southward gone,

I weary grow the tedious day so long;

But when thou northward to me shalt return,

Of thy dark robe hide thou me close; for I

So long, so heedless, with external things

Have played the liar, that whate’er I see,

manageable, who in works of this nature must fi^st be remembered. Be-

sides, I considered those former pieces had been so long printed and re«?

printed, that many gentlemen were already furnished; and I would have

The distant ones brought near,

The lost so long are found again,

Long lost but longer dear:

How long her locks were ere her oath she took,

So long they be since she her faith forsook.

Fair white with rose-red was before commixt;