Friday, August 19, 2011

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech /
Elizabeth Barrett Browning


XIII

And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on each? --
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
My hand to hold my spirits so far off
From myself -- me -- that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid in me out of reach.
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
Commend my woman-love to thy belief, --
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
And rend the garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.

---
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
from Sonnets from the Portuguese, 1850

[Poem is in the public domain]

Elizabeth Barrett Browning biography
All poems of Sonnets from the Portuguese

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