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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.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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*L*... don't ask.... *shrugs*...i found it when i was going through my things, organizing for a reformat... it still makes me feel the same as it did when i read it for the first time....
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OOOoo...I love this poem. I heard it the first time when I was a freshman in highschool and was in Poetry class...Thanx for posting it RA [img]smile.gif[/img]
