dearest of voices, what will be your claim—

dearest of voices, what will be your claim—
that without your good word and honest aim,
one is left so averse to prosperity,
for, in deed, in you, lives posterity—
or will you be so humbled to give all
up, and down at heart so deep freely go;
that is, for you, what we good nature call:
benefit of doubt made so to grow.
in either the cases, one must admit,
beauty is fine, be it of life or wit.
one can have both, just, one, or the other,
they, being true, are lover and brother.

and though oneness is such a thing so right,
whom we speak of—it’s both secret and might—