Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXI lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXI lyrics]
Thou comest! all is said without a word
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun
With souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet prodigal inward joy behold, I erred
In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue
The sin most, but the occasion -that we two
Should for a moment stand unministered
By a mutual presence ah, keep near and close
Thou dovelike help! and, when
My fears would rise
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These thoughts which tremble when
Bereft of those
Like callow birds left desert to the skies
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun
With souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet prodigal inward joy behold, I erred
In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue
The sin most, but the occasion -that we two
Should for a moment stand unministered
By a mutual presence ah, keep near and close
Thou dovelike help! and, when
My fears would rise
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These thoughts which tremble when
Bereft of those
Like callow birds left desert to the skies