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 dove-like 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.

(C) Elizabeth Barrett Browning
06/28/2019


Best Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning

• Xxx
• Sonnet 24 - Let The Worlds Sharpness, Like A Clasping Knife
• Sonnet 21 - Say Over Again, And Yet Once Over Again
• Sonnet 06 - Go From Me. Yet I Feel That I Shall Stand
• Sonnet 26 - I Lived With Visions For My Company
• The Cry Of The Children
• A Musical Instrument
• The Best Thing In The World
• Sonnet 10 - Yet, Love, Mere Love, Is Beautiful Indeed
• Sonnet 42 - my Future Will Not Copy Fair My Past
• Sonnet Ii
• Sonnet 27 - My Own Beloved, Who Hast Lifted Me
• Sonnet 35 - If I Leave All For Thee, Wilt Thou Exchange
• Bianca Among The Nightingales
• Grief
• Sonnet 36 - When We Met First And Loved, I Did Not Build
• Sonnet 25 - A Heavy Heart, Beloved, Have I Borne
• Sonnet 03 - Unlike Are We, Unlike, O Princely Heart!
• Sonnet 11 - And Therefore If To Love Can Be Desert
• Sonnet 09 - Can It Be Right To Give What I Can Give?
• Sonnet 18 - I Never Gave A Lock Of Hair Away