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Elizabeth Browning - Sonnet
from the Portuguese XXII |
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 curved 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 us on and aspire
To drop some golden orb of perfect song
Into our deep, dear silence. .....Sonnet from the Portuguese XXII
by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-61)
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