PLATYSTEMON. 



CONFESSION. 



Can f teach, thee, my beloved? 



Can I teach thee'' 

 Can I bless thee, my beloved * 



Can I bless thee ? 

 A fas.' I can but love thee. 



Mrs. Browning. 



THOU hast taught me, my beloved; 

 Thou hast taught me : 

 Taught me Life's pro founder meaning; 

 Taught me honor, virtue, weaning 

 Me from all ignoble things: 

 On Imagination's wings 

 Taught me how to soar, and find 

 Rarest pleasure in the mind : 

 Taught me Life's dull incompleteness 

 Without Love's renewing sweetness: 

 From the height of thy pure soul 

 Taught me passion to control; 



And hast brought me 

 At thy gentle feet to learn 

 What thy clearer eyes discern. 



Thou hast blessed me, my beloved, 



Thou hast blessed me : 

 Blessed me with thy tender eyes, 

 Which look on me in such a wise 

 My faint soul grows strong again, 

 As the flowers after rain : 

 And they rest me, 



While they more and more enchain. 

 Thou hast blessed me with thy words: 

 Sweeter than the song of birds, 

 They have soothed my weary brain, 

 Banished every care and pain 

 That distressed me, 



