Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past' Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnet 42 - 'My Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past'

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XLII

'My future will not copy fair my past'—
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last,
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried
By natural ills, received the comfort fast,
While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.
I seek no copy now of life's first half:
Leave here the pages with long musing curled,
And write me new my future's epigraph,
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sonam 30 October 2018

I want question answer of sonnet 42

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 07 September 2015

A beautiful and imaginative poem surrendering to the will of great power.

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