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Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese

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WHEN our two souls stand up erect and strong,
    Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,
    Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curving point,—what bitter wrong
Can the earth do us, that we should not long
    Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher,
    The angels would press on us, and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
    Rather on earth, Beloved—where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
    And isolate pure spirits, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day,
    With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.

 
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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 (iii)
Sonnets from the Portuguese (iv)
A Musical Instrument
 
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