Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXVIII lyrics
[Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Portuguese XXXVIII lyrics]
First time he kissed me, he but only kissed
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write
And ever since, it grew more clean and white
Slow to world-greetings, quick with
It's "Oh, list, "
When the angels speak a ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight
Than that first kiss the
Second passed in height
The first, and sought the
Forehead, and half missed
Half falling on the hair o beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love
Which love's own crown
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state since when, indeed
I have been proud and said, "My love, my own"
The fingers of this hand wherewith I write
And ever since, it grew more clean and white
Slow to world-greetings, quick with
It's "Oh, list, "
When the angels speak a ring of amethyst
I could not wear here, plainer to my sight
Than that first kiss the
Second passed in height
The first, and sought the
Forehead, and half missed
Half falling on the hair o beyond meed!
That was the chrism of love
Which love's own crown
With sanctifying sweetness, did precede
The third upon my lips was folded down
In perfect, purple state since when, indeed
I have been proud and said, "My love, my own"
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