Elizabeth Barrett Browning

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.).

Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
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Sleep on, Baby, on the floor,
Tired of all the playing,
Sleep with smile the sweeter for
That you dropped away in!
On your curls' full roundness stand
Golden lights serenely--
One cheek, pushed out by the hand,
Folds the dimple inly.

Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
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Speak low to me, my Saviour, low and sweet
From out the hallelujahs, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss Thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.

I wish I were the lily's leaf
To fade upon that bosom warm,
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I wish I were the lily's leaf
To fade upon that bosom warm,
Content to wither, pale and brief,
The trophy of thy paler form.

And I must bear
What is ordained with patience, being aware
Necessity doth front the universe
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And I must bear
What is ordained with patience, being aware
Necessity doth front the universe
With an invincible gesture.