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<strong>I</strong>I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
Who eae in a gracious .９9liｂ.t>d appears
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
I saw, in grad<big></big>ual vision through my tears,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
A shadow ae. Straightway I was ware,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,--
Guess now who holds thee ? -- Death, I said. But, there,
The silver answer rang,-- Not Death, but Love.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>
II</strong>
But only three in all Gods universe
Have heard this word thou hast said,--Himself, beside
Thee speaking, and me listening ! and replied
One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse
So darkly on my eyelids, <footer>?9９lｉｂ.</footer>as to amerce
My sight from seeing thee,--that if I had died,
The deathweights, placed there, would have signified
Less absolute exclusion. Nay is worse
From God than from all others, O my friend !
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
Nor the seas ge us, nor the tem<bdo>99lib?</bdo>pests bend;
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
We should but vow the faster for the stars.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>
III</strong>
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart !
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Our ministering two angels look surprise
On one another, as they strike athwart
Their wings in pas<strike>?99lｉb.</strike>sing. Thou, bethink thee, art
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
Than tears even make mio play thy part
Of chief musi. What hast thou to do
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree ?
The chrism is on thine head,--on mihe dew,--
Ah must dig the level where these agree.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
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