Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXIV lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXIV lyrics]
As those
When thou shalt call me by my name -
Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same
Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy?
When called before, I told how hastily
I dropped my flowers or brake
Off from a game
To run and answer with the smile that came
At play last moment, and went on with me
Through my obedience when I answer now
I drop a grave thought, break from solitude
Yet still my heart goes to thee -ponder how -
Not as to a single good, but all my good -
Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow
That no child's foot could run
Fast as this blood