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Elizabeth Barrett Browning (Элизабет Барретт Браунинг)


Sonnet 1. I Thought Once How Theocritus Had Sung


I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—
'Guess now who holds thee? '—' Death,' I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang,—' Not Death, but Love.' 



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. Sonnet 32. The First Time
  4. Sonnet 17. My Poet, Thou Canst Touch
  5. Grief


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