Sonnet 01 - 05
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof
Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
The deathweights, placed there, would have signified
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Sonnet 04 - Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor
Sonnet 02 - But only three in all Gods universe
And Death must dig the level where these agree.
My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.
Who each one in a gracious hand appears
Could tread them out to darkness utterly,
We should but vow the fas99lib•netter for the stars.
A shadow across me. Straightway I was ware,
Men could not part us with their worldly jars,
The bats and owlets builders in the roof!
So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce
Of desolation! there s a voice within
Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied
I
My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died,
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
In folds of golden fulness at my door?
That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred
Those of my own life, who by turns had flung
Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,
So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move
The九九藏书 dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?
On one another, as they strike athwart
And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Through the ashen grayness. If thy foot in scorn
Hush, call no echo up in further proof
O my Beloved, will not shield thee so,
But only three in all Gods universe
What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes
As once Electra her sepulchral urn,
The gray dust up, . . . those laurels on thine head,
I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,
The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,
Nor the seas change us,九*九*藏*书*网 nor the tempests bend;
The dancers will break footing, from the care
Unlike our uses and our destinies.
Look up and see the casement broken in,
With looking from the lattice-lights at me,
And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through
Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:
V
For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear
One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse
It might be well perhaps. But if instead
Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair:
And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,
I saw, in gradual vision through my t
九-九-藏-书-网ears,Sonnet 05 - I lift my heavy heart up solemnly
And dost thou lift this houses latch too poor
III
A guest for queens to social pageantries,
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art
The chrism is on thine head,—on mine, the dew,—
II
The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part
Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.
Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,
And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn
Sonnet 03 - Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!
To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:
Thou wait 九九藏书beside me for the wind to blow
Less absolute exclusion. Nay is worse
Sonnet 01 - I thought once how Theocritus had sung
Guess now who holds thee? — Death, I said. But, there,
IV
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
From God than from all others, O my friend!
I thought once how Theocritus had sung
The hair beneath. Stand farther off then! go.
The silver answer rang,— Not Death, but Love.
To let thy music drop here unaware
Our ministering two angels look surprise
And, looking in thine eyes, I overturn
Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside
Most gracious singer of high poems! where