Sonnet XI-XL

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    <strong>So XI</strong>

    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 heavy heart,--

    This weary minstrel-life that once was girt

    To climb Aornus, and  scarce avail

    To pipe now gainst the valley nightingale

    A melanusic,--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,--

    To bless thee, yet renouhee to thy face.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XI: And Therefore If to Love</strong>

    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 heavy heart,--

    This weary minstrel-life that once was girt

    To climb Aornus, and  scarce avail

    To pipe now gainst the valley nightingale

    A melanusic,--why advert

    To these things? O Belovèd, 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,--

    To bless thee, yet renouhee to thy face.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XII</strong>

    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,--

    This love eve 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,--

    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 XII: Ihis Very Love</strong>

    Ihis very love which is my boast,

    And which, when rising up from breast to brow,

    Doth e with ruby large enow

    To draw mens eyes and prove the inner cost,--

    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 good thing of my own:

    Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,

    And placed it by thee on a golden throne,--

    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 XIII</strong>

    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 each ?--

    I drop it at thy feet. I ot te<mark></mark>ach

    My hand to hold my spirit so far off

    From myself--me--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,--

    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 grief

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XIII: And Wilt Thou Have Me</strong>

    And wilt thou have me fashion into speech

    The love I bear thee, finding words enough,

    And hold the torch out, while the winds藏书网 are rough,

    Between our faces, to cast light upon each?

    I drop it at thy feet. I ot teach

    My hand to hold my spirit so far off

    From myself.. me.. that I should bring thee proof,

    In words of love hid in me...out of reach.

    Nay, let the sileny womanhood

    end my woman-love to thy belief,

    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 grief.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XIV</strong>

    If thou must love me, let it be for nought

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    I love her for her smile--her look--her way

    Of speakily,--for a trick of thought

    That falls in well with mine, aes brought

    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day--

    For these things in themselves, Beloved, may

    Be ged, or ge for thee,--and love, sht,

    May be unwrought so. her love me for

    Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry,--

    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 XIV: If Thou Must Love Me</strong>

    If thou must love me, let it be for nought

    Except for loves sake only. Do not say

    &lt;i&gt;&quot;I love her for her smile--her look--her way

    Of speakily,--for a trick of thought

    That falls in well with mine, aes brought

    A sense of pleasant ease on such a day&quot; -&lt;/i&gt;

    For these things in themselves, Beloved, may

    Be ged, or ge for thee,--and love, sht,

    May be unwrought so. her love me for

    Thine own dear pitys wiping my cheeks dry, -

    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 XL</strong>

    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,--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.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong><bdo>9９ｌｉｂ?</bdo>

    <strong>So XL: Oh, Yes! They Love</strong>

    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,-- and not so much

    Will turhing called love, aside to hate

    Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such

    A lover, my Belovèd! thou st wait

    Through sorrow and siess, t souls to touch,

    And think it soohers cry &lt;i&gt;Too late.&lt;/i&gt;

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

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