Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Durham / England
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Durham / England
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I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn
Through the ashen grayness. If thy foot in scorn
Could tread them out to darkness utterly,
It might be well perhaps. But if instead
Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow
The gray dust up, . . . those laurels on thine head,
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Kshirod Kumar Dehury 06 December 2017
beautiful poem, i enjoy this poem, thanks for sharing.
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