written by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningCan 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
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live
For all thy adjurations ? O my fears,
That this can scarce be right ! We are not peers,
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
That givers of such gifts as mine are, must
Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas !
I will not soil thy purple with my dust,
Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
Nor give thee any love--which were unjust.
Beloved, I only love thee ! let it pass.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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
XXI
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,
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Mon 02.07.2011 at 10:17
I.
FRIENDS of faces unknown and a land
Unvisited over the sea,
Who tell me how lonely you stand
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Sat 01.08.2011 at 07:07
I never gave a lock of hair away
To a man, dearest, except this to thee,
Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully,
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Fri 12.31.2010 at 08:31
I heard an angel speak last night,
And he said 'Write!
Write a Nation's curse for me,
And send it over the Western Sea.'
