Poem by Elizabeth Barrett-Browning

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WHEN some beloved voice that was to you
Both sound and sweetness, faileth suddenly,
And silence, against which you dare not cry,
Aches round you like a strong disease and new—
What hope ? what help ? what music will undo
That silence to your sense ? Not friendship's sigh,
Not reason's subtle count; not melody
Of viols, nor of pipes that Faunus blew;
Not songs of poets, nor of nightingales
Whose hearts leap upward through the cypress-trees
To the clear moon; nor yet the spheric laws
Self-chanted, nor the angels' sweet ' All hails,'
Met in the smile of God: nay, none of these.
Speak THOU, availing Christ !—and fill this pause.

1. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 35. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
2. Rosalind's Scroll
3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 16. And yet, because thou overcomest so
4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong
5. Minstrelsy

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