Sonnets from the Portuguese: XXXI

Original Text: 
A Selection from the Poetry of Elizabeth Barrett Browning. First Series. New Edition. London: Smith, Elder, & Co., 1886. 1: 181-202.
1Thou comest! all is said without a word.
2I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
3In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
4Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
5Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
6In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue
7The sin most, but the occasion-that we two
8Should for a moment stand unministered
9By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,
10Thou dove-like help! and, when my fears would rise,
11With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
12Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
13These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,
14Like callow birds left desert to the skies.
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RPO poem Editors: 
Marc R. Plamondon
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