Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)
Sonnets from the Portuguese. 27. My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me
My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see, Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own, Who camest to me when the world was gone, And I who looked for only God, found thee! I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad. As one who stands in dewless asphodel, Looks backward on the tedious time he had In the upper life,—so I, with bosom-swell, Make witness, here, between the good and bad, That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.
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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