XV
Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline;
Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so. But I look on thee—on thee—
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing oblivion beyond memory;
As one who sits and gazes from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea.
More verses by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
- Sonnet 03 - Unlike Are We, Unlike, O Princely Heart!
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- Sonnet Xiv: If Thou Must Love Me
- Sonnet X: Yet Love, Mere Love
- The Soul's Expression