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Beloved,
My Beloved
Elizabeth Barrett (1806-1861)
Beloved, My
Beloved Beloved, when I think
That thou
waste in the world a year ago,
What time
I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no
footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment
thy voice, but, link by link,
Went counting
all my chains as if that so
They never
could fall off at any blow
Struck by
thy possible hand, why, thus I drink
Of life's
great cup of wonder! Wonderful,
Never to
feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal
act or speech, nor ever cull
Some prescience
of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest
growing! Atheists are as dull,
Who cannot
guess God's presence out of sight.
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