Sonnets from the Portuguese, XIII by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806 - 1861)
And wilt thou have me fashion into speech
I drop it at thy feet. I cannot teach
Nay, let the silence of my womanhood
The love I bear thee, finding words enough,
And hold the torch out, while the winds are rough,
Between our faces, to cast light upon each?
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.
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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