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You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.net + + +Title: Sonnets from the Portuguese + +Author: Browning, Elizabeth Barrett + +Release Date: September 14, 2004 [EBook #2002] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ASCII + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE *** +</pre> +<p><a name="startoftext"></a></p> +<p>Transcribed from the 1906 Caradoc Press edition by David Price, email +ccx074@coventry.ac.uk.</p> +<h1>SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE</h1> +<h2>INDEX OF FIRST LINES</h2> +<p>I I thought once how Theocritus +had sung<br /> +II But only three in all God’s universe<br /> +III Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!<br /> +IV Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor<br /> +V I lift my heavy heart up solemnly<br /> +VI Go from me. Yet I feel that I +shall stand<br /> +VII The face of all the world is changed, I +think<br /> +VIII What can I give thee back, O liberal<br /> +IX Can it be right to give what I can +give?<br /> +X Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful +indeed<br /> +XI And therefore if to love can be desert<br /> +XII Indeed this very love which is my boast<br /> +XIII And wilt thou have me fashion into speech<br /> +XIV If thou must love me, let it be for nought<br /> +XV Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I +wear<br /> +XVI And yet, because thou overcomest so<br /> +XVII My poet thou canst touch on all the notes<br /> +XVIII I never gave a lock of hair away<br /> +XIX The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize<br /> +XX Beloved, my beloved, when I think<br /> +XXI Say over again, and yet once over again<br /> +XXII When our two souls stand up erect and strong<br /> +XXIII Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead<br /> +XXIV Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping +knife<br /> +XXV A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne<br /> +XXVI I lived with visions for my company<br /> +XXVII My own Beloved, who hast lifted me<br /> +XXVIII My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!<br /> +XXIX I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and +bud<br /> +XXX I see thine image through my tears to-night<br /> +XXXI Thou comest! all is said without a word<br /> +XXXII The first time that the sun rose on thine oath<br /> +XXXIII Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear<br /> +XXXIV With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee<br /> +XXXV If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange<br /> +XXXVI When we met first and loved, I did not build<br /> +XXXVII Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make<br /> +XXXVIII First time he kissed me, he but only kissed<br /> +XXXIX Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace<br /> +XL Oh, yes! they love through all this +world of ours!<br /> +XLI I thank all who have loved me in their hearts<br /> +XLII My future will not copy fair my past<br /> +XLIII How do I love thee? Let me count the ways<br /> +XLIV Beloved, thou hast brought me many flowers</p> +<h2>I</h2> +<p>I thought once how Theocritus had sung<br /> +Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,<br /> +Who each one in a gracious hand appears<br /> +To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:<br /> +And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,<br /> +I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,<br /> +The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,<br /> +Those of my own life, who by turns had flung<br /> +A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware,<br /> +So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move<br /> +Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair;<br /> +And a voice said in mastery, while I strove,—<br /> +“Guess now who holds thee!”—“Death,” I +said, But, there,<br /> +The silver answer rang, “Not Death, but Love.”</p> +<h2>II</h2> +<p>But only three in all God’s universe<br /> +Have heard this word thou hast said,—Himself, beside<br /> +Thee speaking, and me listening! and replied<br /> +One of us . . . that was God, . . . and laid the curse<br /> +So darkly on my eyelids, as to amerce<br /> +My sight from seeing thee,—that if I had died,<br /> +The death-weights, placed there, would have signified<br /> +Less absolute exclusion. “Nay” is worse<br /> +From God than from all others, O my friend!<br /> +Men could not part us with their worldly jars,<br /> +Nor the seas change us, nor the tempests bend;<br /> +Our hands would touch for all the mountain-bars:<br /> +And, heaven being rolled between us at the end,<br /> +We should but vow the faster for the stars.</p> +<h2>III</h2> +<p>Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart!<br /> +Unlike our uses and our destinies.<br /> +Our ministering two angels look surprise<br /> +On one another, as they strike athwart<br /> +Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art<br /> +A guest for queens to social pageantries,<br /> +With gages from a hundred brighter eyes<br /> +Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part<br /> +Of chief musician. What hast thou to do<br /> +With looking from the lattice-lights at me,<br /> +A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through<br /> +The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree?<br /> +The chrism is on thine head,—on mine, the dew,—<br /> +And Death must dig the level where these agree.</p> +<h2>IV</h2> +<p>Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor,<br /> +Most gracious singer of high poems! where<br /> +The dancers will break footing, from the care<br /> +Of watching up thy pregnant lips for more.<br /> +And dost thou lift this house’s latch too poor<br /> +For hand of thine? and canst thou think and bear<br /> +To let thy music drop here unaware<br /> +In folds of golden fulness at my door?<br /> +Look up and see the casement broken in,<br /> +The bats and owlets builders in the roof!<br /> +My cricket chirps against thy mandolin.<br /> +Hush, call no echo up in further proof<br /> +Of desolation! there’s a voice within<br /> +That weeps . . . as thou must sing . . . alone, aloof.</p> +<h2>V</h2> +<p>I lift my heavy heart up solemnly,<br /> +As once Electra her sepulchral urn,<br /> +And, looking in thine eyes, I over-turn<br /> +The ashes at thy feet. Behold and see<br /> +What a great heap of grief lay hid in me,<br /> +And how the red wild sparkles dimly burn<br /> +Through the ashen greyness. If thy foot in scorn<br /> +Could tread them out to darkness utterly,<br /> +It might be well perhaps. But if instead<br /> +Thou wait beside me for the wind to blow<br /> +The grey dust up, . . . those laurels on thine head,<br /> +O my Belovëd, will not shield thee so,<br /> +That none of all the fires shall scorch and shred<br /> +The hair beneath. Stand further off then! go!</p> +<h2>VI</h2> +<p>Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand<br /> +Henceforward in thy shadow. Nevermore<br /> +Alone upon the threshold of my door<br /> +Of individual life, I shall command<br /> +The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand<br /> +Serenely in the sunshine as before,<br /> +Without the sense of that which I forbore—<br /> +Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land<br /> +Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine<br /> +With pulses that beat double. What I do<br /> +And what I dream include thee, as the wine<br /> +Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue<br /> +God for myself, He hears that name of thine,<br /> +And sees within my eyes the tears of two.</p> +<h2>VII</h2> +<p>The face of all the world is changed, I think,<br /> +Since first I heard the footsteps of thy soul<br /> +Move still, oh, still, beside me, as they stole<br /> +Betwixt me and the dreadful outer brink<br /> +Of obvious death, where I, who thought to sink,<br /> +Was caught up into love, and taught the whole<br /> +Of life in a new rhythm. The cup of dole<br /> +God gave for baptism, I am fain to drink,<br /> +And praise its sweetness, Sweet, with thee anear.<br /> +The names of country, heaven, are changed away<br /> +For where thou art or shalt be, there or here;<br /> +And this . . . this lute and song . . . loved yesterday,<br /> +(The singing angels know) are only dear<br /> +Because thy name moves right in what they say.</p> +<h2>VIII</h2> +<p>What can I give thee back, O liberal<br /> +And princely giver, who hast brought the gold<br /> +And purple of thine heart, unstained, untold,<br /> +And laid them on the outside of the wall<br /> +For such as I to take or leave withal,<br /> +In unexpected largesse? am I cold,<br /> +Ungrateful, that for these most manifold<br /> +High gifts, I render nothing back at all?<br /> +Not so; not cold,—but very poor instead.<br /> +Ask God who knows. For frequent tears have run<br /> +The colours from my life, and left so dead<br /> +And pale a stuff, it were not fitly done<br /> +To give the same as pillow to thy head.<br /> +Go farther! let it serve to trample on.</p> +<h2>IX</h2> +<p>Can it be right to give what I can give?<br /> +To let thee sit beneath the fall of tears<br /> +As salt as mine, and hear the sighing years<br /> +Re-sighing on my lips renunciative<br /> +Through those infrequent smiles which fail to live<br /> +For all thy adjurations? O my fears,<br /> +That this can scarce be right! We are not peers<br /> +So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,<br /> +That givers of such gifts as mine are, must<br /> +Be counted with the ungenerous. Out, alas!<br /> +I will not soil thy purple with my dust,<br /> +Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,<br /> +Nor give thee any love—which were unjust.<br /> +Beloved, I only love thee! let it pass.</p> +<h2>X</h2> +<p>Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed<br /> +And worthy of acceptation. Fire is bright,<br /> +Let temple burn, or flax; an equal light<br /> +Leaps in the flame from cedar-plank or weed:<br /> +And love is fire. And when I say at need<br /> +I love thee . . . mark! . . . I love thee—in thy sight<br /> +I stand transfigured, glorified aright,<br /> +With conscience of the new rays that proceed<br /> +Out of my face toward thine. There’s nothing low<br /> +In love, when love the lowest: meanest creatures<br /> +Who love God, God accepts while loving so.<br /> +And what I feel, across the inferior features<br /> +Of what I am, doth flash itself, and show<br /> +How that great work of Love enhances Nature’s.</p> +<h2>XI</h2> +<p>And therefore if to love can be desert,<br /> +I am not all unworthy. Cheeks as pale<br /> +As these you see, and trembling knees that fail<br /> +To bear the burden of a heavy heart,—<br /> +This weary minstrel-life that once was girt<br /> +To climb Aornus, and can scarce avail<br /> +To pipe now ’gainst the valley nightingale<br /> +A melancholy music,—why advert<br /> +To these things? O Belovëd, it is plain<br /> +I am not of thy worth nor for thy place!<br /> +And yet, because I love thee, I obtain<br /> +From that same love this vindicating grace<br /> +To live on still in love, and yet in vain,—<br /> +To bless thee, yet renounce thee to thy face.</p> +<h2>XII</h2> +<p>Indeed this very love which is my boast,<br /> +And which, when rising up from breast to brow,<br /> +Doth crown me with a ruby large enow<br /> +To draw men’s eyes and prove the inner cost,—<br /> +This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost,<br /> +I should not love withal, unless that thou<br /> +Hadst set me an example, shown me how,<br /> +When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed,<br /> +And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak<br /> +Of love even, as a good thing of my own:<br /> +Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak,<br /> +And placed it by thee on a golden throne,—<br /> +And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!)<br /> +Is by thee only, whom I love alone.</p> +<h2>XIII</h2> +<p>And wilt thou have me fashion into speech<br /> +The love I bear thee, finding words enough,<br /> +And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,<br /> +Between our faces, to cast light on each?—<br /> +I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach<br /> +My hand to hold my spirits so far off<br /> +From myself—me—that I should bring thee proof<br /> +In words, of love hid in me out of reach.<br /> +Nay, let the silence of my womanhood<br /> +Commend my woman-love to thy belief,—<br /> +Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed,<br /> +And rend the garment of my life, in brief,<br /> +By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude,<br /> +Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.</p> +<h2>XIV</h2> +<p>If thou must love me, let it be for nought<br /> +Except for love’s sake only. Do not say<br /> +“I love her for her smile—her look—her way<br /> +Of speaking gently,—for a trick of thought<br /> +That falls in well with mine, and certes brought<br /> +A sense of pleasant ease on such a day”—<br /> +For these things in themselves, Belovëd, may<br /> +Be changed, or change for thee,—and love, so wrought,<br /> +May be unwrought so. Neither love me for<br /> +Thine own dear pity’s wiping my cheeks dry,—<br /> +A creature might forget to weep, who bore<br /> +Thy comfort long, and lose thy love thereby!<br /> +But love me for love’s sake, that evermore<br /> +Thou may’st love on, through love’s eternity.</p> +<h2>XV</h2> +<p>Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear<br /> +Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;<br /> +For we two look two ways, and cannot shine<br /> +With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.<br /> +On me thou lookest with no doubting care,<br /> +As on a bee shut in a crystalline;<br /> +Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love’s divine,<br /> +And to spread wing and fly in the outer air<br /> +Were most impossible failure, if I strove<br /> +To fail so. But I look on thee—on thee—<br /> +Beholding, besides love, the end of love,<br /> +Hearing oblivion beyond memory;<br /> +As one who sits and gazes from above,<br /> +Over the rivers to the bitter sea.</p> +<h2>XVI</h2> +<p>And yet, because thou overcomest so,<br /> +Because thou art more noble and like a king,<br /> +Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling<br /> +Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow<br /> +Too close against thine heart henceforth to know<br /> +How it shook when alone. Why, conquering<br /> +May prove as lordly and complete a thing<br /> +In lifting upward, as in crushing low!<br /> +And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword<br /> +To one who lifts him from the bloody earth,<br /> +Even so, Belovëd, I at last record,<br /> +Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth,<br /> +I rise above abasement at the word.<br /> +Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth!</p> +<h2>XVII</h2> +<p>My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes<br /> +God set between His After and Before,<br /> +And strike up and strike off the general roar<br /> +Of the rushing worlds a melody that floats<br /> +In a serene air purely. Antidotes<br /> +Of medicated music, answering for<br /> +Mankind’s forlornest uses, thou canst pour<br /> +From thence into their ears. God’s will devotes<br /> +Thine to such ends, and mine to wait on thine.<br /> +How, Dearest, wilt thou have me for most use?<br /> +A hope, to sing by gladly? or a fine<br /> +Sad memory, with thy songs to interfuse?<br /> +A shade, in which to sing—of palm or pine?<br /> +A grave, on which to rest from singing? Choose.</p> +<h2>XVIII</h2> +<p>I never gave a lock of hair away<br /> +To a man, Dearest, except this to thee,<br /> +Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully<br /> +I ring out to the full brown length and say<br /> +“Take it.” My day of youth went yesterday;<br /> +My hair no longer bounds to my foot’s glee,<br /> +Nor plant I it from rose- or myrtle-tree,<br /> +As girls do, any more: it only may<br /> +Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears,<br /> +Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside<br /> +Through sorrow’s trick. I thought the funeral-shears<br /> +Would take this first, but Love is justified,—<br /> +Take it thou,—finding pure, from all those years,<br /> +The kiss my mother left here when she died.</p> +<h2>XIX</h2> +<p>The soul’s Rialto hath its merchandize;<br /> +I barter curl for curl upon that mart,<br /> +And from my poet’s forehead to my heart<br /> +Receive this lock which outweighs argosies,—<br /> +As purply black, as erst to Pindar’s eyes<br /> +The dim purpureal tresses gloomed athwart<br /> +The nine white Muse-brows. For this counterpart, . . .<br /> +The bay crown’s shade, Belovëd, I surmise,<br /> +Still lingers on thy curl, it is so black!<br /> +Thus, with a fillet of smooth-kissing breath,<br /> +I tie the shadows safe from gliding back,<br /> +And lay the gift where nothing hindereth;<br /> +Here on my heart, as on thy brow, to lack<br /> +No natural heat till mine grows cold in death.</p> +<h2>XX</h2> +<p>Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think<br /> +That thou wast in the world a year ago,<br /> +What time I sat alone here in the snow<br /> +And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink<br /> +No moment at thy voice, but, link by link,<br /> +Went counting all my chains as if that so<br /> +They never could fall off at any blow<br /> +Struck by thy possible hand,—why, thus I drink<br /> +Of life’s great cup of wonder! Wonderful,<br /> +Never to feel thee thrill the day or night<br /> +With personal act or speech,—nor ever cull<br /> +Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white<br /> +Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull,<br /> +Who cannot guess God’s presence out of sight.</p> +<h2>XXI</h2> +<p>Say over again, and yet once over again,<br /> +That thou dost love me. Though the word repeated<br /> +Should seem a “cuckoo-song,” as thou dost treat it,<br /> +Remember, never to the hill or plain,<br /> +Valley and wood, without her cuckoo-strain<br /> +Comes the fresh Spring in all her green completed.<br /> +Belovëd, I, amid the darkness greeted<br /> +By a doubtful spirit-voice, in that doubt’s pain<br /> +Cry, “Speak once more—thou lovest!” Who can +fear<br /> +Too many stars, though each in heaven shall roll,<br /> +Too many flowers, though each shall crown the year?<br /> +Say thou dost love me, love me, love me—toll<br /> +The silver iterance!—only minding, Dear,<br /> +To love me also in silence with thy soul.</p> +<h2>XXII</h2> +<p>When our two souls stand up erect and strong,<br /> +Face to face, silent, drawing nigh and nigher,<br /> +Until the lengthening wings break into fire<br /> +At either curvëd point,—what bitter wrong<br /> +Can the earth do to us, that we should not long<br /> +Be here contented? Think! In mounting higher,<br /> +The angels would press on us and aspire<br /> +To drop some golden orb of perfect song<br /> +Into our deep, dear silence. Let us stay<br /> +Rather on earth, Belovëd,—where the unfit<br /> +Contrarious moods of men recoil away<br /> +And isolate pure spirits, and permit<br /> +A place to stand and love in for a day,<br /> +With darkness and the death-hour rounding it.</p> +<h2>XXIII</h2> +<p>Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead,<br /> +Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine?<br /> +And would the sun for thee more coldly shine<br /> +Because of grave-damps falling round my head?<br /> +I marvelled, my Belovëd, when I read<br /> +Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine—<br /> +But . . . so much to thee? Can I pour thy wine<br /> +While my hands tremble? Then my soul, instead<br /> +Of dreams of death, resumes life’s lower range.<br /> +Then, love me, Love! look on me—breathe on me!<br /> +As brighter ladies do not count it strange,<br /> +For love, to give up acres and degree,<br /> +I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange<br /> +My near sweet view of heaven, for earth with thee!</p> +<h2>XXIV</h2> +<p>Let the world’s sharpness like a clasping knife<br /> +Shut in upon itself and do no harm<br /> +In this close hand of Love, now soft and warm,<br /> +And let us hear no sound of human strife<br /> +After the click of the shutting. Life to life—<br /> +I lean upon thee, Dear, without alarm,<br /> +And feel as safe as guarded by a charm<br /> +Against the stab of worldlings, who if rife<br /> +Are weak to injure. Very whitely still<br /> +The lilies of our lives may reassure<br /> +Their blossoms from their roots, accessible<br /> +Alone to heavenly dews that drop not fewer;<br /> +Growing straight, out of man’s reach, on the hill.<br /> +God only, who made us rich, can make us poor.</p> +<h2>XXV</h2> +<p>A heavy heart, Belovëd, have I borne<br /> +From year to year until I saw thy face,<br /> +And sorrow after sorrow took the place<br /> +Of all those natural joys as lightly worn<br /> +As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn<br /> +By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace<br /> +Were changed to long despairs, till God’s own grace<br /> +Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn<br /> +My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring<br /> +And let it drop adown thy calmly great<br /> +Deep being! Fast it sinketh, as a thing<br /> +Which its own nature does precipitate,<br /> +While thine doth close above it, mediating<br /> +Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.</p> +<h2>XXVI</h2> +<p>I lived with visions for my company<br /> +Instead of men and women, years ago,<br /> +And found them gentle mates, nor thought to know<br /> +A sweeter music than they played to me.<br /> +But soon their trailing purple was not free<br /> +Of this world’s dust, their lutes did silent grow,<br /> +And I myself grew faint and blind below<br /> +Their vanishing eyes. Then thou didst come—to be,<br /> +Belovëd, what they seemed. Their shining fronts,<br /> +Their songs, their splendours, (better, yet the same,<br /> +As river-water hallowed into fonts)<br /> +Met in thee, and from out thee overcame<br /> +My soul with satisfaction of all wants:<br /> +Because God’s gifts put man’s best dreams to shame.</p> +<h2>XXVII</h2> +<p>My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me<br /> +From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,<br /> +And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown<br /> +A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully<br /> +Shines out again, as all the angels see,<br /> +Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,<br /> +Who camest to me when the world was gone,<br /> +And I who looked for only God, found thee!<br /> +I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad.<br /> +As one who stands in dewless asphodel,<br /> +Looks backward on the tedious time he had<br /> +In the upper life,—so I, with bosom-swell,<br /> +Make witness, here, between the good and bad,<br /> +That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.</p> +<h2>XXVIII</h2> +<p>My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!<br /> +And yet they seem alive and quivering<br /> +Against my tremulous hands which loose the string<br /> +And let them drop down on my knee to-night.<br /> +This said,—he wished to have me in his sight<br /> +Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring<br /> +To come and touch my hand . . . a simple thing,<br /> +Yet I wept for it!—this, . . . the paper’s light . . .<br /> +Said, Dear I love thee; and I sank and quailed<br /> +As if God’s future thundered on my past.<br /> +This said, I am thine—and so its ink has paled<br /> +With lying at my heart that beat too fast.<br /> +And this . . . O Love, thy words have ill availed<br /> +If, what this said, I dared repeat at last!</p> +<h2>XXIX</h2> +<p>I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud<br /> +About thee, as wild vines, about a tree,<br /> +Put out broad leaves, and soon there’s nought to see<br /> +Except the straggling green which hides the wood.<br /> +Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood<br /> +I will not have my thoughts instead of thee<br /> +Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly<br /> +Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should,<br /> +Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare,<br /> +And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee,<br /> +Drop heavily down,—burst, shattered everywhere!<br /> +Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee<br /> +And breathe within thy shadow a new air,<br /> +I do not think of thee—I am too near thee.</p> +<h2>XXX</h2> +<p>I see thine image through my tears to-night,<br /> +And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How<br /> +Refer the cause?—Belovëd, is it thou<br /> +Or I, who makes me sad? The acolyte<br /> +Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite<br /> +May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,<br /> +On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow,<br /> +Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,<br /> +As he, in his swooning ears, the choir’s amen.<br /> +Belovëd, dost thou love? or did I see all<br /> +The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when<br /> +Too vehement light dilated my ideal,<br /> +For my soul’s eyes? Will that light come again,<br /> +As now these tears come—falling hot and real?</p> +<h2>XXXI</h2> +<p>Thou comest! all is said without a word.<br /> +I sit beneath thy looks, as children do<br /> +In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through<br /> +Their happy eyelids from an unaverred<br /> +Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred<br /> +In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue<br /> +The sin most, but the occasion—that we two<br /> +Should for a moment stand unministered<br /> +By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,<br /> +Thou dove-like help! and when my fears would rise,<br /> +With thy broad heart serenely interpose:<br /> +Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies<br /> +These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,<br /> +Like callow birds left desert to the skies.</p> +<h2>XXXII</h2> +<p>The first time that the sun rose on thine oath<br /> +To love me, I looked forward to the moon<br /> +To slacken all those bonds which seemed too soon<br /> +And quickly tied to make a lasting troth.<br /> +Quick-loving hearts, I thought, may quickly loathe;<br /> +And, looking on myself, I seemed not one<br /> +For such man’s love!—more like an out-of-tune<br /> +Worn viol, a good singer would be wroth<br /> +To spoil his song with, and which, snatched in haste,<br /> +Is laid down at the first ill-sounding note.<br /> +I did not wrong myself so, but I placed<br /> +A wrong on thee. For perfect strains may float<br /> +’Neath master-hands, from instruments defaced,—<br /> +And great souls, at one stroke, may do and doat.</p> +<h2>XXXIII</h2> +<p>Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear<br /> +The name I used to run at, when a child,<br /> +From innocent play, and leave the cowslips plied,<br /> +To glance up in some face that proved me dear<br /> +With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear<br /> +Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled<br /> +Into the music of Heaven’s undefiled,<br /> +Call me no longer. Silence on the bier,<br /> +While I call God—call God!—so let thy mouth<br /> +Be heir to those who are now exanimate.<br /> +Gather the north flowers to complete the south,<br /> +And catch the early love up in the late.<br /> +Yes, call me by that name,—and I, in truth,<br /> +With the same heart, will answer and not wait.</p> +<h2>XXXIV</h2> +<p>With the same heart, I said, I’ll answer thee<br /> +As those, when thou shalt call me by my name—<br /> +Lo, the vain promise! is the same, the same,<br /> +Perplexed and ruffled by life’s strategy?<br /> +When called before, I told how hastily<br /> +I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game.<br /> +To run and answer with the smile that came<br /> +At play last moment, and went on with me<br /> +Through my obedience. When I answer now,<br /> +I drop a grave thought, break from solitude;<br /> +Yet still my heart goes to thee—ponder how—<br /> +Not as to a single good, but all my good!<br /> +Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow<br /> +That no child’s foot could run fast as this blood.</p> +<h2>XXXV</h2> +<p>If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange<br /> +And be all to me? Shall I never miss<br /> +Home-talk and blessing and the common kiss<br /> +That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange,<br /> +When I look up, to drop on a new range<br /> +Of walls and floors, another home than this?<br /> +Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is<br /> +Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change<br /> +That’s hardest. If to conquer love, has tried,<br /> +To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove,<br /> +For grief indeed is love and grief beside.<br /> +Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love.<br /> +Yet love me—wilt thou? Open thy heart wide,<br /> +And fold within, the wet wings of thy dove.</p> +<h2>XXXVI</h2> +<p>When we met first and loved, I did not build<br /> +Upon the event with marble. Could it mean<br /> +To last, a love set pendulous between<br /> +Sorrow and sorrow? Nay, I rather thrilled,<br /> +Distrusting every light that seemed to gild<br /> +The onward path, and feared to overlean<br /> +A finger even. And, though I have grown serene<br /> +And strong since then, I think that God has willed<br /> +A still renewable fear . . . O love, O troth . . .<br /> +Lest these enclaspëd hands should never hold,<br /> +This mutual kiss drop down between us both<br /> +As an unowned thing, once the lips being cold.<br /> +And Love, be false! if he, to keep one oath,<br /> +Must lose one joy, by his life’s star foretold.</p> +<h2>XXXVII</h2> +<p>Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make<br /> +Of all that strong divineness which I know<br /> +For thine and thee, an image only so<br /> +Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.<br /> +It is that distant years which did not take<br /> +Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,<br /> +Have forced my swimming brain to undergo<br /> +Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsake<br /> +Thy purity of likeness and distort<br /> +Thy worthiest love to a worthless counterfeit.<br /> +As if a shipwrecked Pagan, safe in port,<br /> +His guardian sea-god to commemorate,<br /> +Should set a sculptured porpoise, gills a-snort<br /> +And vibrant tail, within the temple-gate.</p> +<h2>XXXVIII</h2> +<p>First time he kissed me, he but only kissed<br /> +The fingers of this hand wherewith I write;<br /> +And ever since, it grew more clean and white.<br /> +Slow to world-greetings, quick with its “O, list,”<br /> +When the angels speak. A ring of amethyst<br /> +I could not wear here, plainer to my sight,<br /> +Than that first kiss. The second passed in height<br /> +The first, and sought the forehead, and half missed,<br /> +Half falling on the hair. O beyond meed!<br /> +That was the chrism of love, which love’s own crown,<br /> +With sanctifying sweetness, did precede<br /> +The third upon my lips was folded down<br /> +In perfect, purple state; since when, indeed,<br /> +I have been proud and said, “My love, my own.”</p> +<h2>XXXIX</h2> +<p>Because thou hast the power and own’st the grace<br /> +To look through and behind this mask of me,<br /> +(Against which, years have beat thus blanchingly,<br /> +With their rains,) and behold my soul’s true face,<br /> +The dim and weary witness of life’s race,—<br /> +Because thou hast the faith and love to see,<br /> +Through that same soul’s distracting lethargy,<br /> +The patient angel waiting for a place<br /> +In the new Heavens,—because nor sin nor woe,<br /> +Nor God’s infliction, nor death’s neighbourhood,<br /> +Nor all which others viewing, turn to go,<br /> +Nor all which makes me tired of all, self-viewed,—<br /> +Nothing repels thee, . . . Dearest, teach me so<br /> +To pour out gratitude, as thou dost, good!</p> +<h2>XL</h2> +<p>Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours!<br /> +I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth:<br /> +I have heard love talked in my early youth,<br /> +And since, not so long back but that the flowers<br /> +Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours<br /> +Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth<br /> +For any weeping. Polypheme’s white tooth<br /> +Slips on the nut if, after frequent showers,<br /> +The shell is over-smooth,—and not so much<br /> +Will turn the thing called love, aside to hate<br /> +Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such<br /> +A lover, my Belovëd! thou canst wait<br /> +Through sorrow and sickness, to bring souls to touch,<br /> +And think it soon when others cry “Too late.”</p> +<h2>XLI</h2> +<p>I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,<br /> +With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all<br /> +Who paused a little near the prison-wall<br /> +To hear my music in its louder parts<br /> +Ere they went onward, each one to the mart’s<br /> +Or temple’s occupation, beyond call.<br /> +But thou, who, in my voice’s sink and fall<br /> +When the sob took it, thy divinest Art’s<br /> +Own instrument didst drop down at thy foot<br /> +To harken what I said between my tears, . . .<br /> +Instruct me how to thank thee! Oh, to shoot<br /> +My soul’s full meaning into future years,<br /> +That they should lend it utterance, and salute<br /> +Love that endures, from life that disappears!</p> +<h2>XLII</h2> +<p>My future will not copy fair my past—<br /> +I wrote that once; and thinking at my side<br /> +My ministering life-angel justified<br /> +The word by his appealing look upcast<br /> +To the white throne of God, I turned at last,<br /> +And there, instead, saw thee, not unallied<br /> +To angels in thy soul! Then I, long tried<br /> +By natural ills, received the comfort fast,<br /> +While budding, at thy sight, my pilgrim’s staff<br /> +Gave out green leaves with morning dews impearled.<br /> +I seek no copy now of life’s first half:<br /> +Leave here the pages with long musing curled,<br /> +And write me new my future’s epigraph,<br /> +New angel mine, unhoped for in the world!</p> +<h2>XLIII</h2> +<p>How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.<br /> +I love thee to the depth and breadth and height<br /> +My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight<br /> +For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.<br /> +I love thee to the level of everyday’s<br /> +Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.<br /> +I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;<br /> +I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.<br /> +I love thee with the passion put to use<br /> +In my old griefs, and with my childhood’s faith.<br /> +I love thee with a love I seemed to lose<br /> +With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,<br /> +Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,<br /> +I shall but love thee better after death.</p> +<h2>XLIV</h2> +<p>Belovëd, thou hast brought me many flowers<br /> +Plucked in the garden, all the summer through,<br /> +And winter, and it seemed as if they grew<br /> +In this close room, nor missed the sun and showers.<br /> +So, in the like name of that love of ours,<br /> +Take back these thoughts which here unfolded too,<br /> +And which on warm and cold days I withdrew<br /> +From my heart’s ground. Indeed, those beds and bowers<br /> +Be overgrown with bitter weeds and rue,<br /> +And wait thy weeding; yet here’s eglantine,<br /> +Here’s ivy!—take them, as I used to do<br /> +Thy flowers, and keep them where they shall not pine.<br /> +Instruct thine eyes to keep their colours true,<br /> +And tell thy soul, their roots are left in mine.</p> +<p>*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE ***</p> +<pre> + +***** This file should be named 2002-h.htm or 2002-h.zip****** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.net/2/0/0/2002/ + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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