The face of all the world is changed, I think,
Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul
Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole
Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink
Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,
Was caught up into love, and taught the whole
Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole
God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,
And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.
The names of country, heaven, are changed away
For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;
And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,
(The singing angels know) are only dear
Because thy name moves right in what they say.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Wed 06.03.2009 at 01:34
I lived with visions for my company
Instead of men and women, years ago,
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Wed 05.13.2009 at 09:00
UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Sun 04.26.2009 at 01:45
And therefore if to love can be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Tue 04.21.2009 at 07:09
A THOUGHT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like bees
written by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, published on Mon 04.06.2009 at 04:38
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
Most gracious singer of high poems! where