SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE

Elizabeth Barrett-Browning

Read by Rio Jimenez

Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore

Alone upon the threshold of my door

Or individual life I shall command

The uses of my soul nor lift my hand

Serenely in the sunshine as before

Without the sense of that which I forbore –

Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land

Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine

With pulses that beat double. What I do

And what I dream include thee, as the wine

Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue

God for myself, He bears that name of thine

And sees within my eyes the tears of two.

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