Elizabeth Barrett Browning

(6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861 / Durham / England)

Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

201. To George Sand: A Desire 5/13/2001
202. To George Sand: A Recognition 5/13/2001
203. V 5/13/2001
204. VI 5/13/2001
205. VII 5/13/2001
206. VIII 5/13/2001
207. Work 5/13/2001
208. Work And Contemplation 5/13/2001
209. X 5/13/2001
210. XI 5/13/2001
211. XII 5/13/2001
212. XIV 5/13/2001
213. XIV (If thou must love me, let it be for nought) 1/13/2003
214. XIX 5/13/2001
215. XL 5/13/2001
216. XLI 5/13/2001
217. XLII 5/13/2001
218. XLIII 5/13/2001
219. XLIV 5/13/2001
220. XV 5/13/2001

Sonnet XLI: I Thank All

I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little near the prison-wall
To hear my music in its louder parts
Ere they went onward, each one to the mart's
Or temple's occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voice's sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divinest Art's
Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

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