Sonnet 26 - 30

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So 26 - I lived with visions for my pany

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 I lived with visions for my pany

 Instead of men and women, years ago,

 And found them gees, nor thought to know

 A sweeter music than they played to me.

 But soorailing purple was not free

 Of this worlds dust, their lutes did silent grow,

 And I myself grew faint and blind below

 Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst e&mdash;to be,

 Beloved, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,

 Their songs, their splendors (better, yet the same,

 As river-water hallowed into fonts),

 Met in thee, and from out thee overcame

 My soul with satisfa of9９ｌｉｂ. all wants:

 Because Gods gifts put ma dreams to shame.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 27 - My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

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 My own Beloved, who hast lifted me

 From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,

 And, iwixt the languid ris, blown

 A life-breath, till the for<s></s>ehead hopefully

 Shines out again, as all the angels see,

 Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,

 Who camest to me when the world was gone,

 And I who looked for only God, found thee!

 I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad.

 As one who stands in dewless asphodel

 Looks backward oedious time he had

 In the upper life,&mdash;so I, with bosom-swell,

 Make witness, here, between the good and bad,

 That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 28 - My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!

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 My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!

 Ahey seem alive and quivering

 Against my tremulous hands which loose the string

 Ahem drop down on my ko-night.

 This said,&mdash;he wished to have me in his sight

 Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring

 To e and touch my hand . . . a simple thing,

 Yet I wept for it!&mdash;this, . . . the papers light . . .

 Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed

 As if Gods future thundered on my past.

 This said, I am thine&mdash;and so its ink has paled

 With Iying at my heart that beat too fast.

 And this . . . O Love, thy words have ill availed

 If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!

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 So 29 - I think of thee!&mdash;my thoughts do twine and bud

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 I think of thee!&mdash;my thoughts do twine and bud

 About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,

 Put out broad leaves, and soon there s nought to see

 Except the straggling green which hides the wood.

 Yet, O my palm-tree, be it uood

 I will not have my thoughts instead of thee

 Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly

 Rehy presence; as a strong tree should,

 Rustle thy boughs ahy trunk all bare,

 Ahese bands of greenery whisphere thee

 Drop heavily do;mdash;burst, shattered, everywhere!

 Because, in this deep joy to see ahee

 And breathe within thy shadow a new air,

 I do not think of thee&mdash;I am too hee.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 30 - I see thine image through my tears to-night

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 I see thine image through my tears to-night,

 Ao-day I saw thee smiling. How

 Refer the cause?&九九藏书mdash;Beloved, is it thou

 Or I, who makes me sad? The acolyte

 Amid the ted joy and thankful rite

 May so fall flat, with pale ie brow,

 Oar-stair. I hear thy void vow,

 Perplexed, uain, sihou art out of sight,

 As he, in his swooning ears, the choirs Amen.

 Beloved, dost thou love? or did I see all

 The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when

 Too vehement light dilated my ideal,

 For my souls eyes? Will that light e again,

 As now these tears e&mdash;falling hot and real?

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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