…from Poem for the Day Two:
Sonnets from the Portuguese (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 & hair.
Thou lookest, sweet, on me, without a care
As on a bee shut in a crystalline . .
For sorrow hath shut me safe in love’s divine,
And to spread wing & 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.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning