Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Xlii

Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

' 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 !


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001


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