Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Ýëèçàáåò Áàððåòò Áðàóíèíã)

Sonnet 32. The First Time

The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
To love me, I looked forward to the moon
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
For such man's love!--more like an out-of-tune
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
'Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,--
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat. 

1. Sonnet 16. And Yet, Because Thou
2. Grief
3. Sonnet 17. My Poet, Thou Canst Touch
4. Sonnet 15. Accuse Me Not, Beseech Thee, That I Wear
5. Sonnet 10. Yet Love, Mere Love

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