Elizabeth Barrett Browning

I tell you, hopeless grief is passionless;
That only men incredulous of despair,
Half-taught in anguish, through the midnight
Beat upward to God's throne in loud

A
HT ay like a flower upon mine heart,
And drew around it other thoughts like
For multitude and thirst of sweetnesses;

AK low to me, my Saviour, low and
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee
Who art not missed by any that entreat

WE overstate the ills of life, and
Imagination (given us to bring
The choirs of singing angels
By God's clear glory) down our earth to

'O
RY life,' we cry, ' O dreary life
'And still the generations of the
Sing through our sighing, and the flocks and

I
NK we are too ready with
In this fair world of God's
Had we no

I'But where do you go
' said the lady, while both sat under the yew,
And her eyes were alive in their depth, as the kraken beneath the sea-blue
II'Because I fear you,' he answered;—'because you are far too fair,

The cypress stood up like a
That night we felt our love would hold,
And saintly moonlight seemed to
And wash the whole world clean as gold;

Do ye hear the children weeping,
O my brothers, Ere the sorrow comes with years
They are leaning their young heads against their mothers—- And that cannot stop their tears
The young lambs are bleating in the meadows; The young birds...

How he sleepeth
having drunken Weary childhood's mandragore, From his pretty eyes have sunken Pleasures, to make room for more—-Sleeping near the withered nosegay, which he pulled the day before
Nosegays
leave them for the waking: T...

Five months ago the stream did flow,     The lilies bloomed within the sedge,
And we were lingering to and fro,
Where none will track thee in this snow,     Along the stream, beside the hedge
Ah,

The face, which, duly as the sun,
Rose up for me with life begun,
To mark all bright hours of the day With hourly love, is dimmed away—And yet my days go on, go on
II The tongue which, like a stream, could