The sin most, but the occasion--that we two
Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;
Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
To run and answer with the smile that came
When I look up, to drop on a new range
XXXII
Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Thou dovelike help ! and, when my fears would rise,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Lo, the vain promise ! is the same, the same,
That s hardest. If t99lｉb.ｎｅto conquer love, has tried,
When called before, I told how hastily
XXXIII
The name I used to run at, when a child,
Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change ?
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Through my obedience. When I answer now,
Perplexed and ruffled by lifes strategy ?
Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth
Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,
XXXI
As those, when thou shalt call me by my name--
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
Elizabeth Barrett Browning九九藏书网 Be heir to those who are now exanimate.
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Not as to a single good, but all my good !
By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,
Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.
XXXV
While I call God--call God !--So let thy mouth
I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game,
With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear
That no childs foot could run fast as this blood.
And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.
To glance up in some face that proved me dear
And quickly tied ｈttp://www.99ｌiｂ.nｅtto make a lasting troth.
At play last moment, and went on with me
Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning
A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float
Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled
To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon
Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,--
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
With the same heart, will answer and not wait.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
I did not wrong myself so, but I placed
Yet still my heart goes to thee--pon九*九*藏*书*网der how--
To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove;
Of walls and floors, another home than this ?
That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,
And be all to me ? Shall I never miss
For such mans love !--more like an out-of-tune
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And, looking on myself, I seemed not one
Alas, I have grieved sol am hard to love.
And catch the early love up in the late.
Should for a moment stand unministered
For grief indeed is love and grief beside.
From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled,
I drop a grave thought, break from solitu９9ｌiｂ.ｎeｔde;
In that last doubt ! and yet I cannot rue
And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.
These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,
To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth,
Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss
With the same heart, I said, Ill answer thee
Yet love me--wilt thou ? Open thine heart wide,
Thou comest ! all is said without a word.
Gather the north flowers to complete the south,
Into the music of Heavens undefiled,
To love me, I looked forward to the moon