There grows a flower on every bough; There grows a flower on every bough, From sea to stream the salmon roam; From sea to stream the salmon roam; Young maids must marry. ; The sun's a bridegroom, earth a bride; They court from morn till eventide : The earth shall pass, but love abide. Young maids must marry. CHARLES KINGSLEY SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE 1 Go O from me. 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 Yet I feel that I shall stand hand Serenely in the sunshine as before, 1 These are Nos. 6, 7, 14, 28, and 42. Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE HE face of all the world is changed, I think, Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul Move still, oh, still, beside me; as they stole Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink Of obvious death, where I who thought to sink Was caught up into love, and taught the whole Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink, And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear. The names of country, heaven, are changed away For where thou art or shalt be, there or here And this... this lute and song ... loved yesterday, (The singing angels know) are only dear, ; Because thy name moves right in what they say. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING IF her way F thou must love me, let it be for nought Be changed, or change for thee,-and love so wrought, Neither love me for May be unwrought so. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING MY letters! all dead paper, mute and white ! And yet they seem alive and quivering Against my tremulous hands, which loose the string . . And this O Love, thy words have ill availed, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING OW do I love thee? Let me count the ways. Hove thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight I love thee to the level of every day's I love thee with the passion put to use In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith. With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath, ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING INCLUSIONS H, wilt thou have my hand, Dear, to lie along in OH, thine; As a little stone in a running stream, it seems to lie and pine ! Now drop the poor pale hand, Dear, . . unfit to plight with thine. Oh, wilt thou have my cheek, Dear, drawn closer to thine own? My cheek is white, my cheek is worn, by many a tear run down. Now leave a little space, Dear, thine own. . lest it should wet Oh, must thou have my soul, Dear, commingled with thy soul? grows Red the cheek, and warm the hand, is in the whole ! Nor hands nor cheeks keep separate, when soul is joined to soul. ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THER INSUFFICIENCY HERE is no one beside thee, and no one above thee; Thou standest alone, as the nightingale sings! And my words that would praise thee,are impotent things, For none can express thee, though all should approve thee. I love thee so, Dear, that I only can love thee. Say, what can I do for thee? grieve thee? Lean on thy shoulder. Weep my tears over thee . . . making thee sad? ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A MAN'S REQUIREMENTS LOVE me, sweet, with all thou art, Feeling, thinking, seeing,— Love me in the lightest part, Love me in full being. Love me with thy open youth Love me with thine azure eyes, Can Heaven's truth be wanting? Love me with their lids, that fall Love me with thine heart, that all The neighbours then see beating. |