XL
Oh, yes ! they love through all this world of ours !
I will not gainsay love, called love forsooth.
I have heard love talked in my early youth,
And sinot so long back but that the flowers
Then gathered, smell still. Mussulmans and Giaours
Throw kerchiefs at a smile, and have no ruth
For any weeping. Polyphemes white tooth
Slips o if, after frequent showers,
The shell is over-smooth,--and not so much
Will turhing called love, aside to hate
Or else to oblivion. But thou art not such
A lover, my Beloved ! thou st wait
Through sorrow and siess, t souls to touch,
And think it soohers cry Too late.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XLI
I thank all who have loved me in their hearts,
With thanks and love from mine. Deep thanks to all
Who paused a little he prison-wall
To hear my musi its louder parts
Ere they went onward, eae to the marts
Or temples occupation, beyond call.
But thou, who, in my voices sink and fall
When the sob took it, thy divi Arts
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