And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light upon each?
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself.. me.. that I should bring thee proof,
In words of love hid in me...out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief,
Seeing that I stand unwon (however wooed)
And rend the garment of my life in brief
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
(1)
Poem topics: grief, heart, life, light, silence, woman, speech, spirit, bring, touch, fashion, reach, stand, belief, teach, hold, love, I love you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
Submit Spanish Translation
Submit German Translation
Submit French Translation
Write your comment about Sonnet Xiii: And Wilt Thou Have Me poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Best Poems of Elizabeth Barrett Browning