Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXV lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXV lyrics]
If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn
Nor count it strange
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
Filled by dead eyes too
Tender to know change?
That's hardest if to conquer love, has tried
To conquer grief, tries more
As all things prove
For grief indeed is love and grief beside
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love
Yet love me -wilt thou?
Open thine heart wide
And fold within the wet wings of thy dove
And be all to me? Shall I never miss
Home talk and blessing and the common kiss
That comes to each in turn
Nor count it strange
When I look up, to drop on a new range
Of walls and floors, another home than this?
Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is
Filled by dead eyes too
Tender to know change?
That's hardest if to conquer love, has tried
To conquer grief, tries more
As all things prove
For grief indeed is love and grief beside
Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love
Yet love me -wilt thou?
Open thine heart wide
And fold within the wet wings of thy dove