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<strong>So XLI</strong>I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little 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 XLI: I Thank All</strong>
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little 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 XLII</strong>
My future will not copy fair my past--
I wrote that once; and thinking at my side
My ministering life-angel justified
The word by his appealing look upcast
To t<samp>.</samp>he 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 XLII: My Future</strong>
My future will not copy fair my past -
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<s></s> 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 XLIII</strong>
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,--I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life !--and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So XLIII: How Do I Love Thee?</strong>
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 every days
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. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So XLIV</strong>
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 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 !--take them, as I used to do
Thy fowers, ahem where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colors true,
Ahy soul their roots are left in mine.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So XLIV: Belovèd, Thou Hast Brought Me</strong>
Belovèd, 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 ours,
Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,
And whi warm and cold days I withdrew
From my hearts ground. Ihose bed and bowers
Be rown with bitter weeds and rue,
And wait thy weeding; yet heres eglantine,
Heres ivy!--take them, as I used to do
Thy flowers, ahem where they shall not pine.
Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,
Ahy soul, their roots are left in mine.
<strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>
<strong>So XV</strong>
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,
<bdo>藏书网</bdo>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--on thee--
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>
<strong>So XV: Accuse Me Not</strong>
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 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--on thee--
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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