Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Ýëèçàáåò Áàððåòò Áðàóíèíã)

Comfort

SPEAK low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to mo as to Mary at thy feet !
And if no precious gums my hands bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber while I go
In reach of thy divinest voice complete
In humanest affection -- thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing. As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore
Is sung to in its stead by mother's mouth
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before. 

1. Sonnet 15. Accuse Me Not, Beseech Thee, That I Wear
2. Sonnet 16. And Yet, Because Thou
3. Sonnet 32. The First Time
4. Grief
5. Sonnet 17. My Poet, Thou Canst Touch

Lewis Morris (Ëüþèñ Ìîððèñ) Comfort ("THO' love be bought and honour sold")

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