Sonnets from the Portuguese 6: Go from me

Original Text: 
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. Poems. 4th edn. 3 vols. London: Chapman and Hall, 1856. PR 4180 E44a ROBA
1Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
2Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore
3Alone upon the threshold of my door
4Of individual life, I shall command
5The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
6Serenely in the sunshine as before,
7Without the sense of that which I forbore, ..
8Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
9Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
10With pulses that beat double. What I do
11And what I dream include thee, as the wine
12Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
13God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
14And sees within my eyes, the tears of two.
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RPO poem Editors: 
J. D. Robins
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