Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXVII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXVII lyrics]
My own Belovèd, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth
Where I was thrown
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see
Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own
Who camest to me when the world was gone
And I who looked for only God, found thee!
I find thee I am safe, and strong, and glad
As one who stands in dewless asphodel
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life, -so I, with bosom-swell
Make witness, here, between the good and bad
That Love, as strong as Death
Retrieves as well
From this drear flat of earth
Where I was thrown
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see
Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own
Who camest to me when the world was gone
And I who looked for only God, found thee!
I find thee I am safe, and strong, and glad
As one who stands in dewless asphodel
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life, -so I, with bosom-swell
Make witness, here, between the good and bad
That Love, as strong as Death
Retrieves as well