To these things ? O Beloved, it is plain
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
To live on still in love, and yet in vain,--
When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby !
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--
But love me for loves sake, that evermore
I love her for her smile--her look--her way
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
Thou may九九藏书网st love on, through loves eternity.
XI
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
A melancholy music,--why advert
But love me for loves sake, that evermore
Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
XIV
Out of my face toward thine. Theres nothing low
Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed
And yet, because I love thee, I obtain
Except for loves sake only. Do not say
Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show
How that great work of Love enhances Natures.
I stand transfigured, glorified a九*九*藏*书*网right,
Of speaking gently,--for a trick of thought
X
Who love God, God accepts while loving so.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
As these you see, and trembling knees that fail
Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!
I love thee . . . mark ! . . . I love thee--in thy sight
That falls in well with mine, and certes brought
And love is fire. And when I say at need
And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
To bear the burden of a heavy heart,--
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
And therefore if to love can be desert,
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--
I am not of thy worth nor for thy place !
And what I feel, across the inferior features
To draw mens eyes and prove the inner cost,--
Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
May be unwrought so. Neither love me for
To pipe now gainst the valley nightingale
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt九九藏书
Be changed, or change for thee,--and love, so wrought,
XIV (If thou must love me, let it be for nought)
From that same love this vindicating grace,
Except for loves sake only. Do not say
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek !)
To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
A sense of ease on such a day--"
Thou mayst love on, through loves eternity.
Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheek dry,--
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
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And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,
Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry,--
XII
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A creature might forget to weep, who bore
Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
With conscience of the new rays that proceed
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
I should not love withal, unless that thou
"I love her for her smile--her look--her way
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Indeed this very love which is my boast,
To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.