English poetry

Poets Х Biographies Х Poem Themes Х Random Poem Х
The Rating of Poets Х The Rating of Poems

Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Sonnets from the Portuguese. 28. My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!


My letters! all dead paper, mute and white!
And yet they seem alive and quivering
Against my tremulous hands which loose the string
And let them drop down on my knee to-night.
This said,- he wished to have me in his sight
Once, as a friend: this fixed a day in spring
To come and touch my hand... a simple thing,
Yet I wept for it! - this,... the paper's light...
Said, Dear, I love thee; and I sank and quailed
As if God's future thundered on my past.
This said, I am thine- and so its ink has paled
With Iying at my heart that beat too fast.
And this... O Love, thy words have ill availed
If, what this said, I dared repeat at last! 



Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Elizabeth Barrett Browning's other poems:
  1. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 30. I see thine image through my tears to-night
  2. The Sweetness of England
  3. Aurora Leigh. Ninth Book
  4. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 22. When our two souls stand up erect and strong
  5. Sonnets from the Portuguese. 18. I never gave a lock of hair away


Poem to print To Print Poem

1003 Views



The Last Poems


To Russian version


–ейтинг@Mail.ru

English Poetry. E-mail eng-poetry.ru@yandex.ru