Bliss Carman, et al., eds. The World’s Best Poetry.
Volume II. Love. 1904. | | | | VIII. Wedded Love | Sonnets from the Portuguese
VI. Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand | | Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) |
| | | GO from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand | |
| Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore | |
| Alone upon the threshold of my door | |
| Of individual life, I shall command | |
| The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand | 5 |
| Serenely in the sunshine as before, | |
| Without the sense of that which I forbore,… | |
| Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land | |
| Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine | |
| With pulses that beat double. What I do | 10 |
| And what I dream include thee, as the wine | |
| Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue | |
| God for myself, he hears that name of thine, | |
| And sees within my eyes the tears of two. | | | | |
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