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<strong>So 11 - And therefore if to love be desert</strong>XI
And therefore if to love be desert,
I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale
As these you see, and trembling khat fail
To bear the burden of a<kbd>九九藏书</kbd> heavy heart,&mdash;
This weary minstrel-life that once was girt
To climb Aornus, and scarce avail
To pipe now gainst the valley nightingale
A melanusic,&mdash;why advert
To these things? O Beloved, it is plain
I am not of thy worth nor for thy place!
A, because I love thee, I obtain
From that same love this vindig grace,
To live on still in love, a in vain,&mdash;
To bless thee, yet renouhee to thy face.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So 12 - Ihis very love which is my boast</strong>
XII
Ihis very love which is my boast,
And which, when rising up from breast to brow,
Doth e with a ruby large enow
To draw mens eyes and prove the inner cost,&mdash;
This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,
I should not love withal, uhat thou
Hadst set me an example, shown me how,
When first thine ear eyes with mine were crossed,
And love called love. And thus, I ot speak
Of love even, as a good thing of my own:
Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,
And placed it by thee on a golden throne,&mdash;
And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)
Is by thee only, whom I love alone.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So 13 - And wilt thou have me fashion into speech</strong>
XIII
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light on<cite>99lib?</cite> each?&mdash;
I drop it at thy feet. I ot teach
My hand to hold my spirit so far off
From myself&mdash;me&mdash;that I should bring thee proof
In words, of love hid i of reach.
Nay, let the sileny womanhood
end my woman-love to thy belief,&mdash;
Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,
Ahe garment of my life, in brief,
By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,
Lest oouch of this heart vey its <var></var>grief
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So 14 - If thou must love me, let it be for nought</strong><q>9９lｉｂ?</q>
XIV
If thou must love me, let it be for nought
Except for loves sake only. Do not say
I love her for her smile&mdash;her look&mdash;her way
Of speakily,&mdash;for a trick of thought
That falls in well with mine, aes brought
A sense of pleasant ease on such a day&mdash;
For these things in themselves, Beloved, may
Be ged, or ge for thee,&mdash;and love, sht,
May be<s>?９9ｌiｂ?</s> unwrought so. her love me for
Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry,&mdash;
A creature might fet to weep, who bore
Thy fort long, and lose thy love thereby!
But love me for loves sake, that evermore
Thou mayst love on, through loves eternity.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So 15 - Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear</strong>
XV
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a fa front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and ot shine
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
Ohou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in loves divine,
And to spread wing and fly ier air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so. But I look on thee&mdash;on thee&mdash;
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing oblivion beyond memory;
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
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