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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)


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. 



Elizabeth Barrett Browning's other poems:
  1. Sonnet 16. And Yet, Because Thou
  2. Sonnet 15. Accuse Me Not, Beseech Thee, That I Wear
  3. Grief
  4. Sonnet 17. My Poet, Thou Canst Touch
  5. Sonnet 10. Yet Love, Mere Love


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