GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore--
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
Sonnets From The Portuguese Iii
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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Poem topics: alone, dream, feel, god, heart, life, sunshine, soul, shadow, sense, door, touch, stand, taste, individual, command, thine, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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