<h2>XXXIII</h2>
<p>Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear<br/>
The name I used to run at, when a child,<br/>
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips plied,<br/>
To glance up in some face that proved me dear<br/>
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear<br/>
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled<br/>
Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,<br/>
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,<br/>
While I call God—call God!—so let thy mouth<br/>
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.<br/>
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,<br/>
And catch the early love up in the late.<br/>
Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,<br/>
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.</p>
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