II. WATCH thou and fear; to-morrow thou shalt die. The air to a flame; till spirits, always nigh Though screened and hid, shall walk the daylight here. Canst thou, who hast but plagues, presume to be Will his strength slay thy worm in Hell? Go to: Cover thy countenance, and watch, and fear. III. NIVERSITY Library. Of California. THINK thou and act; to-morrow thou shalt die. Even I, am he whom it was destined for.' How should this be? Art thou then so much more Nay, come up hither. From this wave-washed mound And though thy soul sail leagues and leagues beyond,— Q SONNET XXXVIII. HOARDED JOY. I SAID: 'Nay, pluck not,-let the first fruit be: At the sun's hour that day possess the shade, I say: 'Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun Too long,-'tis fallen and floats adown the stream. Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one, SONNET XXXIX. VAIN VIRTUES. WHAT is the sorriest thing that enters Hell? Night sucks them down, the garbage of the pit, The Sin still blithe on earth that sent them there. SONNET XXXVIII. HOARDED JOY. I SAID: 'Nay, pluck not,-let the first fruit be: But let it ripen still. The tree's bent head At the sun's hour that day possess the shade, I say: 'Alas! our fruit hath wooed the sun Too long, 'tis fallen and floats adown the stream. Lo, the last clusters! Pluck them every one, And let us sup with summer; ere the gleam |