Explore "Sonnets from the Portuguese" by Elizabeth Barrett Browning on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
My own Belovëd, who hast lifted me / From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown, / And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown / A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully / Shines out again, as all the angels see, / Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own, / Who camest to me when the world was gone, / And I who looked for only God, found thee! / I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel, / Looks backward on the tedious time he had / In the upper life,-so I, with bosom-swell, / Make witness, here, between the good and bad, / That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.