Elizabeth Barrett-Browning


Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night


I see thine image through my tears to-night,
And yet to-day I saw thee smiling.  How
Refer the cause?óBelovëd, is it thou
Or I, who makes me sad?  The acolyte
Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow,
Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
As he, in his swooning ears, the choirís amen.
Belovëd, dost thou love? or did I see all
The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
Too vehement light dilated my ideal,
For my soulís eyes?  Will that light come again,
As now these tears comeófalling hot and real?






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