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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)


Sonnets from the portuguese. 31. Thou comest! all is said without a word


Thou comest! all is said without a word.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet prodigal inward joy.  Behold, I erred
In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue
The sin most, but the occasion—that we two
Should for a moment stand unministered
By a mutual presence.  Ah, keep near and close,
Thou dove-like help! and when my fears would rise,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.



Elizabeth Barrett Browning's other poems:
  1. Bianca among the Nightingales
  2. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 20. Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think
  3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 25. A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne
  4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 38. First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
  5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me


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