Sonnet 41 - 44

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    <strong>So 41 - I thank all who have loved me in their hearts</strong>

    XLI

    I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,

    With thanks and love from <samp>99lib.</samp>mine. Deep thanks to all

    Who paused a little <var></var>he prison-wall

    To hear my musi its louder parts

    Ere they went onward, eae to the marts

    Or temples occupation, beyond call.

    But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall

    When the sob took it, thy divi Arts

    Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot

    To hearken what I said between my tears, . . .

    Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot

    My souls full meaning into future years,

    That they should lend it utterance, and salute

    Love that endures, from Life that disappears!

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So 42 - My future will not copy fair my past</strong>

    XLII

    My future will not copy fair my past&amp;mdash;

    I wrote that once; and thinking at my side

    My ministering life-angel justified

    The word by his appealing look upcast

    To the white throne of God, I tur last,

    And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied

    To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried

    By natural ills, received the fort fast,

    While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrims staff

    Gave out green leaves with m dews impearled.

    I seek no copy now of lifes first half:

    Leave here the pages with long musing curled,

    And write me new my futures epigraph,

    New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So 43 - How do I love thee? Let me t the ways</strong>

    XLIII

    How do I love thee? Let me t the ways.

    I love thee to the depth and breadth a

    My soul  reach, when feeling out of sight

    For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.

    I love thee to the level of everydays

    Most quiet need, by sun and dle-light.

    I love thee freely, as men strive fht;

    I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.

    I love thee with the passion put to use

    In my old griefs, and with my childhoods faith.

    I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

    With my lost saints,&amp;mdash;I love thee with the breath,

    Smiles, tears, of all my life!&amp;mdash;and, if God choose,

    I shall but love thee better after death.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So 44 - Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers</strong><u></u>

    XLIV

    Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers

    Plucked in the garden, all the summer through

    And winter, and it seemed as if they grew

    In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.

    So, in the like name of that love of <footer>.９9ｌｉｂ.</footer>ours,

    Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,

    And whi warm and cold days I withdrew

    From my hearts ground. Ihose beds and bowers

    Be rown with bitter weeds and rue,

    And wait thy weeding; yet heres eglantine,

    Here s ivy!&amp;mdash;take them, as I used to do

    Thy fowers, ahem where they shall not pine.

    Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,

    And tell<abbr>藏书网</abbr> thy soul their roots are left in mine.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

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