Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
Sonnets from the Portuguese: III. ‘Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand’Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)
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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
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
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.