| Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 12501900. |
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| Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 18061861 |
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| 680. Consolation |
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| ALL are not taken; there are left behind | |
| Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring | |
| And make the daylight still a happy thing, | |
| And tender voices, to make soft the wind: | |
| But if it were not soif I could find | 5 |
| No love in all this world for comforting, | |
| Nor any path but hollowly did ring | |
| Where 'dust to dust' the love from life disjoin'd; | |
| And if, before those sepulchres unmoving | |
| I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb | 10 |
| Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth) | |
| Crying 'Where are ye, O my loved and loving?' | |
| I know a voice would sound, 'Daughter, I AM. | |
| Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?' | |
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