But whate'er come of it, and though it fade, And though ere the cold morning all be gone, As it may be;--though music wait to wile, And strange eyes and bright wine lure, laugh like sin Which steals back softly on a soul half saved, And I the first deny, decry, despise, With this avowal, these intents so fair,-- Still be it all my own, this moment's pride! No less I make an end in perfect joy. E'en in my brightest time, a lurking fear Possessed me: I well knew my weak resolves, I felt the witchery that makes mind sleep Over its treasure, as one half afraid To make his riches definite: but now These feelings shall not utterly be lost, I shall not know again that nameless care Lest, leaving all undone in youth, some new And undreamed end reveal itself too late: For this song shall remain to tell forever That when I lost all hope of such a change, Suddenly beauty rose on me again. No less I make an end in perfect joy, For I, who thus again was visited, Shall doubt not many another bliss awaits, And, though this weak soul sink and darkness whelm, Some little word shall light it, raise aloft, To where I clearlier see and better love, As I again go o'er the tracts of thought Like one who has a right, and I shall live With poets, calmer, purer still each time, And beauteous shapes will come for me to seize, And unknown secrets will be trusted me Which were denied the waverer once; but now I shall be priest and prophet as of old. Sun-treader, I believe in God and truth And love; and as one just escaped from death Would bind himself in bands of friends to feel He lives indeed, so, I would lean on thee! Thou must be ever with me, most in gloom If such must come, but chiefly when I die, For I seem, dying, as one going in the dark To fight a giant: but live thou forever, And be to all what thou hast been to me! All in whom this wakes pleasant thoughts of me Know my last state is happy, free from doubt Or touch of fear. Love me and wish me well. SONNET. Mr. Gosse in his _Personalia_ copies from the _Monthly Repository_ the following sonnet. Three other pieces first printed in the same periodical will be found as afterward grouped in _Bells and Pomegranates_.