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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)


Sonnets from the Portuguese. 28. My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!


My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
This said,- he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
To come and touch my hand... a simple thing,
Yet I wept for it! - this,... the paper's light...
Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future thundered on my past.
This said, I am thine- and so its ink has paled
With Iying at my heart that beat too fast.
And this... O Love, thy words have ill availed
If, what this said, I dared repeat at last! 



Elizabeth Barrett Browning's other poems:
  1. Bianca among the Nightingales
  2. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 18. I never gave a lock of hair away
  3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 20. Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think
  4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me
  5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 40. Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!


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