Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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


Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

THANK God, bless God, all ye who suffer not
More grief than ye can weep for. That is well--
That is light grieving ! lighter, none befell
Since Adam forfeited the primal lot.
Tears ! what are tears ? The babe weeps in its cot,
The mother singing, at her marriage-bell
The bride weeps, and before the oracle
Of high-faned hills the poet has forgot
Such moisture on his cheeks. Thank God for grace,
Ye who weep only ! If, as some have done,
Ye grope tear-blinded in a desert place

And touch but tombs,--look up I those tears will run
Soon in long rivers down the lifted face,
And leave the vision clear for stars and sun

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  • Brian JaniBrian Jani (5/19/2014 10:44:00 AM)

    Eliza you sure know how to write well done(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 12, 2001