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I think of thee! — my thoughts do twine and bud About thee,as wild vines, about a tree,
Put out broad leaves, and soon there's nought to see Except the straggling green which hides the wood.
Yet,
O my palm-tree, be it understood I will not have my thoughts instead of thee Who art dearer, better!
Rather, instantly Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,
Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,
And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee Drop heavily down, — burst, shattered, everywhere!
Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee And breathe within thy shadow a new air,
I do not think of thee — I am too near thee.
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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