Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XLII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XLII lyrics]
"My future will not copy fair my past" -
I wrote that once and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried
By natural ills, received the comfort fast
While budding, at thy sight
My pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with
Morning dews impearled
I seek no copy now of life's first half:
Leave here the pages with long musing curled
And write me new my future's epigraph
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!
I wrote that once and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To the white throne of God, I turned at last
And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied
To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried
By natural ills, received the comfort fast
While budding, at thy sight
My pilgrim's staff
Gave out green leaves with
Morning dews impearled
I seek no copy now of life's first half:
Leave here the pages with long musing curled
And write me new my future's epigraph
New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!