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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. 



Elizabeth Barrett-Browning's other poems:
  1. The Holy Night
  2. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
  3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 35. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
  4. Rosalind's Scroll
  5. Cheerfulness Taught by Reason


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