Senses of earth, how weak ye are! Joys, joys of Heaven how strong! Loves of the earth, how short and sad, Of Heaven how glad and long! 

Joys, joys of Heaven how strong!

Of Heaven how glad and long!

 Heart of my heart! if earth or Heaven Had speech or language fine Enough, or death or life could give Me symbol, sound, or sign 

Had speech or language fine

Me symbol, sound, or sign

 To reach you—thought, or touch, or eye, Body or soul—I 'd die Again, to make you understand: My darling! This is I! 

Body or soul—I 'd die

My darling! This is I!

 

 

 THE ANGEL JOY. 

 Oh, was it a death-dream not dreamed through, That eyed her like a foe? Or only a sorrow left over from life, Half-finished years ago? 

That eyed her like a foe?

Half-finished years ago?

 How long was it since she died—who told? Or yet what was death—who knew? She said: "I am come to Heaven at last, And I 'll do as the blessed do." 

Or yet what was death—who knew?

And I 'll do as the blessed do."

 But the custom of earth was stronger than Heaven, And the habit of life than death, How should an anguish as old as thought Be healed by the end of breath? 

And the habit of life than death,

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