Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)
Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong
When our two souls stand up erect and strong, Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher, Until the lengthening wings break into fire At either curvèd point,—what bitter wrong Can the earth do to us, that we should not long Be here contented? Think. In mounting higher, The angels would press on us and aspire To drop some golden orb of perfect song Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay Rather on earth, Belovèd,—where the unfit Contrarious moods of men recoil away And isolate pure spirits, and permit A place to stand and love in for a day, With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.
Elizabeth Barrett-Browning’s other poems:
- Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night
- Sonnets from the portuguese. 31. Thou comest! all is said without a word
- The Soul’s Expression
- Sonnets from the Portuguese. 35. If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange
- A Year’s Spinning
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