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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
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (née Moulton-Barrett, /ˈbraʊnɪŋ/; 6 March 1806 – 29 June 1861) was an English poet of the Victorian era, popular in B
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