Elizabeth Barrett-Browning (Элизабет Барретт-Браунинг)

Flush or Faunus

You see this dog. It was but yesterday
I mused, forgetful of his presence here,
Till thought on thought drew downward tear on tear;
When from the pillow, where wet-cheeked I lay,
A head as hairy as Faunus, thrust its way
Right sudden against my face,—two golden-clear
Large eyes astonished mine,—a drooping ear
Did flap me on either cheek, to dry the spray!
I started first, as some Arcadian
Amazed by goatly god in twilight grove:
But as my bearded vision closelier ran
My tears off, I knew Flush, and rose above
Surprise and sadness; thanking the true Pan,
Who, by low creatures, leads to heights of love. 

1. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 20. Belovëd, my Belovëd, when I think
2. To Flush, My Dog
3. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 12. Indeed this very love which is my boast
4. Aurora Leigh. Ninth Book
5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night

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