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CONFIDENCE

SONNET

I have written many sonnets of mistrust
But now I brush misgiving from me, dear:
My soul is confident, my brain is clear:
I tread my doubts and misery to dust.
I bid the east wind with a rapid gust
Sweep timid apprehension far from here:
I rest upon your faith without a fear:
I slay my weakness with a final thrust.
I know that thou art certainly as pure
As any snowdrop, and as soft and white:
That, even as the mountains do endure,
So doth the calm inviolable might
Of maidenhood and beauty, and that your
Sweet eyes are as the stars' unshaken light.
January 9, 1872.