Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Xxxv - Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me ? Shall I never miss
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this ?
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?
That 's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,
To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love.
Yet love me--wilt thou ? Open thine heart wide,
And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001

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