Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXII lyrics]
When our two souls stand up erect and strong
Face to face, silent, drawing
Nigh and nigher
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvèd point, -what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us
That we should not long
Be here contented? Think in mounting higher
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence let us stay
Rather on earth, Belovèd, -where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirit's, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it
Face to face, silent, drawing
Nigh and nigher
Until the lengthening wings break into fire
At either curvèd point, -what bitter wrong
Can the earth do to us
That we should not long
Be here contented? Think in mounting higher
The angels would press on us and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence let us stay
Rather on earth, Belovèd, -where the unfit
Contrarious moods of men recoil away
And isolate pure spirit's, and permit
A place to stand and love in for a day
With darkness and the death-hour rounding it