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Sonnets from the Portuguese iii
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 1806-1861
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.
From: Quiller-Couch, Arthur.
The Oxford Book of Verse. (1900)
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