Sonnets from the Portuguese 20: Beloved, my Beloved

Original Text: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Poems. 4th edn. 3 vols. London: Chapman and Hall, 1856. PR 4180 E44a ROBA
1Beloved, my Beloved, when I think
2That thou wast in the world a year ago,
3What time I sate alone here in the snow
4And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
5No moment at thy voice ... but, link by link,
6Went counting all my chains, as if that so
7They never could fall off at any blow
8Struck by thy possible hand ... why, thus I drink
9Of life's great cup of wonder! Wonderful,
10Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
11With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull
12Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
13Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,
14Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.
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RPO poem Editors: 
J. D. Robins
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