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.

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. 35. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 18. I never gave a lock of hair away
5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me

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