Love me Sweet, with all thou art,
Feeling, thinking, seeing;
Love me in the lightest part,
Love me in full being.
Love me with thine open youth
In its frank surrender;
With the vowing of thy mouth,
With its silence tender.
Love me with thine azure eyes,
Made for earnest grantings;
Taking colour from the skies,
Can Heaven's truth be wanting?
Love me with their lids, that fall
Snow-like at first meeting;
Love me with thine heart, that all
Neighbours then see beating.
Love me with thine hand stretched out
Freely -- open-minded:
Love me with thy loitering foot, --
Hearing one behind it.
Love me with thy voice, that turns
Sudden faint above me;
Love me with thy blush that burns
When I murmur 'Love me!'
Love me with thy thinking soul,
Break it to love-sighing;
Love me with thy thoughts that roll
On through living -- dying.
Love me in thy gorgeous airs,
When the world has crowned thee;
Love me, kneeling at thy prayers,
With the angels round thee.
Love me pure, as muses do,
Up the woodlands shady:
Love me gaily, fast and true,
As a winsome lady.
Through all hopes that keep us brave,
Farther off or nigher,
Love me for the house and grave,
And for something higher.
Thus, if thou wilt prove me, Dear,
Woman's love no fable,
I will love thee -- half a year --
As a man is able.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Mon 03.28.2011 at 14:39
With a child?s voice I cry,
Weak, sad, confidingly
Thou knowest, eyelids, raised not always up
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Wed 03.16.2011 at 11:34
Can it be right to give what I can give ?
To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Tue 03.01.2011 at 22:12
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for love's sake only. Do not say
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Sat 02.26.2011 at 04:50
Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Thu 02.17.2011 at 15:58
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,