Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Xii - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Indeed this very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,--
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
I should not love withal, unless that thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,
And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek !)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone.


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  • Mizzy ........ (9/18/2016 6:37:00 AM)


    Brilliantly written Love sonnet. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001


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