Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)

Sonnets from the Portuguese. 6. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore—
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two. 

1. Bianca among the Nightingales
2. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 33. Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear
3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong
4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night
5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!

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