Sonnets from the Portuguese: XLIV
A Selection from the Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. First Series. New Edition. London: Smith, Elder, & Co., 1886. 1: 181-202.
1Belovèd, thou hast brought me many flowers
2Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,
3And winter, and it seemed as if they grew
4In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.
5So, in the like name of that love of ours,
6Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
7And which on warm and cold days I withdrew
8From my heart's ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers
9Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,
10And wait thy weeding; yet here's eglantine,
11Here's ivy!-take them, as I used to do
12Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.
13Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
14And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.
Publication Start Year:
RPO poem Editors:
Marc R. Plamondon