And Wilt Thou Have Me (Sonnet 13)

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Non-Music, Sonnet (Poetry)
And Wilt Thou Have Me (Sonnet 13)
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And wilt thou have me fashion into speech The love I bear thee, finding words enough, And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough, Between our faces, to cast light on each?— I drop at thy feet. I cannot teach My hand to hold my spirit so far off From myself—me—that I should bring thee proof In words, of love hid in me out of reach. Nay, let the silence of my womanhood Commend my woman-love to thy belief,— Seeing that I stand unwon, however wooed, And rend the garment of my life, in brief, By a most dauntless, voiceless fortitude, Lest one touch of this heart convey its grief.
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- Elizabeth Barrett Browning