Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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

Xxix

Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I think of thee !--my thoughts do twine and bud
About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see
Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood
I will not have my thoughts instead of thee
Who art dearer, better ! Rather, instantly
Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee
Drop heavily down,--burst, shattered, everywhere !
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee
And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee--I am too near thee.


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2001

Poem Edited: Sunday, May 13, 2001


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