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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)


Sonnets from the Portuguese. 33. Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear


Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
The name I used to run at, when a child,
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips plied,
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
With the look of its eyes.  I miss the clear
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,
Call me no longer.  Silence on the bier,
While I call God—call God!—so let thy mouth
Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
And catch the early love up in the late.
Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.



Elizabeth Barrett Browning's other poems:
  1. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong
  2. Bianca among the Nightingales
  3. Aurora Leigh. Seventh Book
  4. The Soul's Expression
  5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 38. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed


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