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Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)


Sonnets from the Portuguese. 15. Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear


Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so. But I look on thee—on thee—
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing oblivion beyond memory;
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea. 



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. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 23. Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead


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