Sonnet 36 - 40

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So 36 - Whe first and loved, I did not build

 XXXVI

 Whe first and loved, I did not build

 Upon the event with marble. Could it mean

 To last, a love set pendulous between

 Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled,

 Distrusting every light that seemed to gild

 The onath, and feared to overlean

 A finger even. And, though I have grown serene

 And strong sihen, I think that God has willed

 A still renewable fear . . . O love, O <figure>九九藏书</figure>troth . . .

 Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,

 This mutual kiss drop dowween us both

 As an uhing, ohe lips being cold.

 And Love, be false! if he, to keep oh,

 Must lose one joy, by his lifes star foretold.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 37 - Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make

 XXXVII

 Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,

 Of all that strong divineness which I know

 For thine and thee, an image only so

 Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.

 It is that distant years which did not take

 Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,

 Have forced my swimming brain to undergo

 Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake

 Thy purity of likeness and distort

 Thy worthiest love to a worthless terfeit:

 As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,

 His guardian sea-god to orate,

 Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort

 And vibrant tail, withiemple-gate.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 38 - First time he kissed me, he but only kissed

 XXXVIII

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 The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;

 And ever si grew more and white,

 Slow treetings, quick with its Oh, list,

 When the angels<footer></footer> speak. A ring of amethyst

 I could not wear here, plaio my sight,

 Than that first kiss. The sed passed i

 The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,

 Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!

 That was the chrism of love, which loves own ,

 With sanctifying sweetness, did precede.

 The third upon my lips was folded down

 In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,

 I have been proud and said, My love, my own.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 39 - Because thou hast the power and ownst the grace

 XXXIX

 Because thou hast the power and ownst the grace

 To look through and behind this mask of me

 (Against which years have beat thus blangly

 With their rains), and behold my souls true face,

 The dim and weary witness of lifes race,&mdash;

 Because thou hast the faith and love to see,

 Through that same souls distrag lethargy,

 The patient angel waiting for a place

 In the new Heavens,&mdash;because nor sin nor woe,

 Nods infli, nor deaths neighborhood,

 Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,

 Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-vi<abbr></abbr>ewed,&mdash;

 Nothing repels thee, . . . Dearest, teach me so

 To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

 So 40 - Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!<cite>.99lib.</cite>

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 Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!

 I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.

 I have heard love talked in my early youth,

 And sinot so long back but that the flowers

 Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours

 Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth

 For any weeping. Polyphemes white tooth

 Slips o if, after frequent showers,

 The shell is over-smooth,&mdash;and not so much

 Will turhing called love, aside to hate

 Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such

 A lover, my Beloved! thou st wait

 Through sorrow and siess, t souls to touch,

 And think it soohers cry Too late.

 Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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