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SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 3, by             Poet's Biography
First Line: Unlike are we, unlike, o princely heart!
Last Line: And death must dig the level where these agree.
Variant Title(s): Death And Love
Subject(s): Death; Angels; Man-woman Relationships; Dead, The; Male-female Relations

UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
The chrism is on thine head, -- on mine, the dew, --
And Death must dig the level where these agree.

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