Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XLIV lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XLIV lyrics]
Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room
Nor missed the sun and showers
So, in the like name of that love of ours
Take back these thoughts which
Here unfolded too
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground indeed
Those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue
And wait thy weeding yet here's eglantine
Here's ivy! take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers
And keep them where they shall not pine
Instruct thine eyes to keep
Their colours true, and tell thy soul
Their roots are left in mine
Plucked in the garden, all the summer through
And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
In this close room
Nor missed the sun and showers
So, in the like name of that love of ours
Take back these thoughts which
Here unfolded too
And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
From my heart's ground indeed
Those beds and bowers
Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue
And wait thy weeding yet here's eglantine
Here's ivy! take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers
And keep them where they shall not pine
Instruct thine eyes to keep
Their colours true, and tell thy soul
Their roots are left in mine