Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

221. XVII 5/13/2001
222. XVIII 5/13/2001
223. XX 5/13/2001
224. XXI 5/13/2001
225. XXII 5/13/2001
226. XXIII 5/13/2001
227. XXIV 5/13/2001
228. XXIX 5/13/2001
229. XXV 5/13/2001
230. XXVI 5/13/2001
231. XXVII 5/13/2001
232. XXVIII 5/13/2001
233. XXX 5/13/2001
234. XXXI 5/13/2001
235. XXXII 5/13/2001
236. XXXIII 5/13/2001
237. XXXIV 5/13/2001
238. XXXIX 5/13/2001
239. XXXV 5/13/2001
240. XXXVI 5/13/2001

Sonnet XXI

Say over again, and yet once over again,
That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated
Should seem ' a cuckoo-song,' as thou dost treat it,
Remember, never to the hill or plain,
Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain
Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.
Beloved, I, amid the darkness greeted
By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt's pain
Cry, ' Speak once more--thou lovest ! ' Who can fear

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