Elizabeth Barrett Browning - XXXVI lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - XXXVI lyrics]
Upon the event with marble could it mean
To last, a love set pendulous between
Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled
Distrusting every light that seemed to gild
The onward path, and feared to overlean
A finger even and, though I have grown serene
And strong since then
I think that God has willed
A still renewable fear O love, O troth
Lest these enclaspèd hands should never hold
This mutual kiss drop down between us both
As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold
And Love, be false! if he, to keep one oath
Must lose one joy
By his life's star foretold