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Elizabeth Barrett Browning |
--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 us on and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay
Rather on earth, Beloved--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.
.....When Our Two Souls Stand Up Erect and Strong by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Browning Poem: If Thou Must Love Me
A Man's Requirements
Sonnet from the Portuguese XXII
How Do I Love Thee? - Elizabeth Browning Poem
