Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XIII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XIII lyrics]
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough
And hold the torch out, while
The winds are rough
Between our faces, to cast light on each? -
I drop at thy feet i cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself -me -that I
Should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed
And rend the garment of my life, in brief
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude
Lest one touch of this
Heart convey it's grief
The love I bear thee, finding words enough
And hold the torch out, while
The winds are rough
Between our faces, to cast light on each? -
I drop at thy feet i cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself -me -that I
Should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief, -
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed
And rend the garment of my life, in brief
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude
Lest one touch of this
Heart convey it's grief