Sonnet XXVI-XXX

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    <strong>So XXVI</strong>

    I lived with visions for my pany

    Instead of men and women, years ago,

    And found them gees, nor thought to know

    A sweefer music than they played to me.

    But soorailing purple was not free

    Of this worlds dust, their lutes di<s></s>d silent grow,

    And I myself grew faint and blind below

    Their vanishing eyes. Then THOU didst e--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 of all wants:

    Because Gods gifts put ma dreams to shame.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXVI: I Lived With Visions</strong>

    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--to be,

    Belovèd, 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 of all wants:

    Because Gods gifts put ma dreams to shame.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXVII</strong>

    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 forehead 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,--so I, with bosom-swell,

    Make witness, here, between the good and bad,

    That Love, as strong as bbr>99lｉｂ?</abbr>Death, retrieves as well.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXVII: My Dear Belovèd</strong>

    My dear Belovèd, 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 forehead 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 &lt;i&gt;thee!&lt;/i&gt;

    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,--so I, with bosom-swell,

    Make witness, here, between the good and bad,

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

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXVIII</strong>

    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,--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 !--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--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 !

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXVIII: My Letters</strong>

    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,--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!--this...the papers light...

    Said, &lt;i&gt;Dear, I love thee;&lt;/i&gt; and I sank and quailed

    As if Gods future thundered on my past.

    This said, &lt;i&gt;I am thi;/i&gt;--and so its ink has paled

    With lying 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!

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong> So XXIX</strong>

    I think of thee !--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 down,--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--I am too hee.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXIX: I Think of Thee</strong>

    I think of thee!--my thoughts do twine and bud

    About thee,as wild vines, about a tree,

    Put out broad leaves, and soon theres 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 down,--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--I am too hee.

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong> So XXX</strong>

    I see thine image through my tears to-night,

    Ao-day I saw thee smiling. How

    Refer the cause ?--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--falling hot and real ?

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

    <strong>So XXX: I See Thine Image</strong>

    I see thine image through my tears to-night,

    Ao-day I saw thee smiling. How

    Refer the cause?--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--falling hot and real?

    <strong>Elizabeth Barrett Browning</strong>

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