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Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,
Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?
And would the sun for thee more coldly shine
Because of grave-damps falling round my head?
I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read
Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine-
But . . . so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine
While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead
Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range.
Then, love me, Love! look on me-breathe on me!
As brighter ladies do not count it strange,
For love, to give up acres and degree,
I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange
My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee!
Sonnet 23 - Is It Indeed So? If I Lay Here Dead
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Poem topics: death, heaven, sun, I miss you, head, soul, earth, sweet, sake, view, shine, thought, strange, thine, breathe, life, grave, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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