English Poetry II: From Collins to Fitzgerald.
The Harvard Classics. 1909–14. | | | | 597. Sonnets from the Portuguese | | | | XX | | | | Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861) | | | | | | BELOVÈD, my Belovèd, when I think | | | That thou wast in the world a year ago, | | | What time I sat alone here in the snow | | | And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink | | | No moment at thy voice, but, link by link, | 5 | | Went counting all my chains as if that so | | | They never could fall off at any blow | | | Struck by thy possible hand,—why, thus I drink | | | Of life’s great cup of wonder! Wonderful, | | | Never to feel thee thrill the day or night | 10 | | With personal act or speech,—nor ever cull | | | Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white | | | Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull, | | | Who cannot guess God’s presence out of sight. | | | | |
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