Indeed This Very Love Which Is My Boast

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Title:     Indeed This Very Love Which Is My Boast
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning [More Titles by Browning]

Sonnet XII.

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.

[The end]
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem: Indeed This Very Love Which Is My Boast

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