Indeed This Very Love (Sonnet 12)

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Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Non-Music, Sonnet (Poetry)

Indeed This Very Love (Sonnet 12)

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Indeed this very love which is my boast, And which, when rising up from breast to brow, Doth crown me with a ruby large enow To draw men's eyes and prove the inner cost,— This love even, all my worth, to the uttermost, I should not love withal, unless that thou Hadst set me an example, shown me how, When first thine earnest eyes with mine were crossed, And love called love. And thus, I cannot speak Of love even, as a good thing of my own: Thy soul hath snatched up mine all faint and weak, And placed it by thee on a golden throne, And that I love (O soul, we must be meek!) Is by thee only, whom I love alone.

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  • Elizabeth Barrett Browning