Elizabeth Barrett Browning - XVIII

Elizabeth Barrett Browning - XVIII

I never gave a lock of hair away br To a man, Dearest, except this to thee, br Which now upon my fingers thoughtfully, br I ring out to the full brown length and say br ' Take it.' My day of youth went yesterday; br My hair no longer bounds to my foot's glee, br Nor plant I it from rose or myrtle-tree, br As girls do, any more: it only may br Now shade on two pale cheeks the mark of tears, br Taught drooping from the head that hangs aside br Through sorrow's trick. I thought the funeral-shears br Would take this first, but Love is justified,-- br Take it thou,--finding pure, from all those years, br The kiss my mother left here when she died.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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