written by Elizabeth Barrett BrowningI think that look of Christ might seem to say--
'Thou Peter ! art thou then a common stone
Which I at last must break my heart upon
For all God's charge to his high angels may
Guard my foot better ? Did I yesterday
Wash thy feet, my beloved, that they should run
Quick to deny me 'neath the morning sun ?
And do thy kisses, like the rest, betray ?
The cock crows coldly.--GO, and manifest
A late contrition, but no bootless fear !
For when thy final need is dreariest,
Thou shalt not be denied, as I am here;
My voice to God and angels shall attest,
Because I KNOW this man, let him be clear.'
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Thu 11.08.2007 at 11:22
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems ! where
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Sun 11.04.2007 at 18:34
I THINK we are too ready with complaint
In this fair world of God's. Had we no hope
Indeed beyond the zenith and the slope
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Tue 10.09.2007 at 11:22
Thou comest! all is said without a word.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Fri 09.28.2007 at 03:43
But only three in all God's universe
Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Tue 09.25.2007 at 09:57
Five months ago the stream did flow,
The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Mon 09.17.2007 at 22:36
I would build a cloudy House
For my thoughts to live in;
When for earth too fancy-loose
And too low for Heaven!
