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Sonnets from the Portuguese (no.6) / Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Sonnets from the Portuguese Sonnet 6

Elizabeth Barrett Browning


Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand

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

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