Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXIII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXIII lyrics]
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Belovèd, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter i am thine -
But so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death
Resumes life's lower range then, love me
Love! Look on me -breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange
For love, to give up acres and degree
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven
For earth with thee!