Elizabeth Barrett Browning - My Letters! all dead paper... (Sonnet 28) lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - My Letters! all dead paper... Sonnet 28 lyrics]
My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which
Loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee tonight
This said he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
To come and touch my hand a simple thing
Yes I wept for it this the paper's light
Said, Dear
I love thee and I sank and quailed
As if God's future thundered on my past
This said
I am thine and so it's ink has paled
With lying at my heart that beat too fast
And this 0 Love, thy words have ill availed
If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which
Loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee tonight
This said he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
To come and touch my hand a simple thing
Yes I wept for it this the paper's light
Said, Dear
I love thee and I sank and quailed
As if God's future thundered on my past
This said
I am thine and so it's ink has paled
With lying at my heart that beat too fast
And this 0 Love, thy words have ill availed
If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!