Sonnet 33 - Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hearThe name I used to run at, when a child,From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,To glance up in some face that proved me dearWith the look of its eyes. I miss the clearFond voices which, being drawn and reconciledInto the music of Heaven's undefiled,Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,While I call God—call God!—So let thy mouthBe heir to those who are now exanimate.Gather the north flowers to complete the south,And catch the early love up in the late.Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
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