Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Irreparableness - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I HAVE been in the meadows all the day
And gathered there the nosegay that you see
Singing within myself as bird or bee
When such do field-work on a morn of May.
But, now I look upon my flowers, decay
Has met them in my hands more fatally
Because more warmly clasped,--and sobs are free
To come instead of songs. What do you say,
Sweet counsellors, dear friends ? that I should go
Back straightway to the fields and gather more ?
Another, sooth, may do it, but not I !
My heart is very tired, my strength is low,
My hands are full of blossoms plucked before,
Held dead within them till myself shall die.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2001

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 12, 2001


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