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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese

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GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
    Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
    Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
    Serenely in the sunshine as before,
    Without the sense of that which I forbore—
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
    With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
    Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
    And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

 
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About the poet
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
 
By the same poet
Rosalind's Scroll
The Deserted Garden
Consolation
Grief
Sonnets from the Portuguese (i)
Sonnets from the Portuguese (ii)
Sonnets from the Portuguese (iv)
Sonnets from the Portuguese (v)
A Musical Instrument
 
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