Sonnet 27 - Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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My dear Belovèd, who hast lifted me From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully Shines out again, as all the angels see Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own Who camest to me when the world was gone And I who looked for only God, found thee! I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad As one who stands in dewless asphodel Looks backward on the tedious time he had In the upper life,—so I, with bosom-swell Make witness, here, between the good and bad That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well
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- Elizabeth Barrett Browning