Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XII lyrics]
Indeed this very love which is my boast
And which, when rising up
From breast to brow
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost
- this love even, all my
Worth, to the uttermost
I should not love withal, unless that thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how
When first thine earnest eyes
With mine were crossed
And love called love and thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath snatched up mine
All faint and weak
And placed it by thee on a golden throne
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone
And which, when rising up
From breast to brow
Doth crown me with a ruby large enow
To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost
- this love even, all my
Worth, to the uttermost
I should not love withal, unless that thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how
When first thine earnest eyes
With mine were crossed
And love called love and thus, I cannot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath snatched up mine
All faint and weak
And placed it by thee on a golden throne
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone
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