Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Durham / England
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Durham / England
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I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow across me. Straightway I was 'ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
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And a voice said in mastery, while I strove, - 'Guess now who holds thee? '- ' Death, ' I said. But, there, The silver answer rang, - ' Not Death, but Love.'.....10
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Sylvaonyema Uba 03 May 2018
Good use of the Italian rhyme scheme pattern of abba, abba. Good concept. SYLVA-ONYEMA
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Brian Jani 02 May 2014
Nice poem I like it very much
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