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Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)


Sonnets from the Portuguese. 13. And wilt thou have me fashion into speech


And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each? —
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself—me—that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,—
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.



Elizabeth Barrett-Browning's other poems:
  1. The Holy Night
  2. Cheerfulness Taught by Reason
  3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!
  4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 35. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
  5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 12. Indeed this very love which is my boast


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