Thou comest ! all is said without a word. br I sit beneath thy looks, as children do br In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through br Their happy eyelids from an unaverred br Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred br In that last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue br The sin most, but the occasion--that we two br Should for a moment stand unministered br By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close, br Thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise, br With thy broad heart serenely interpose: br Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies br These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those, br Like callow birds left desert to the skies.