Maxioms by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
God's prophets of the Beautiful,
These Poets were.
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,--
And the drops will slacken so;
Weep, weep--and the watch thou read more
Pray, pray, thou who also weepest,--
And the drops will slacken so;
Weep, weep--and the watch thou keepest,
With a quicker count will go.
Think,--the shadow on the dial
For the nature most undone,
Marks the passing of the trial,
Proves the presence of the sun.
"There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond read more
"There's nothing great
Nor small," has said a poet of our day,
Whose voice will ring beyond the curfew of eve
And not be thrown out by the matin's bell.
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
Beautiful.
(in reply to her husband who had asked how she felt moments before her death.).
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
I was betrothed that day;
I wore a troth kiss on my lips I could not give away.
