Sonnets from the Portuguese (15)
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XV.
ACCUSE me not, beseech thee, that I wear
Too calm and sad a face in front of thine ;
For we two look two ways, and cannot shine
With the same sunlight on our brow and hair.
On me thou lookest with no doubting care,
As on a bee shut in a crystalline,---
For sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine,
And to spread wing and fly in the outer air
Were most impossible failure, if I strove
To fail so. But I look on thee … on thee …
Beholding, besides love, the end of love,
Hearing oblivion beyond memory …
As one who sits and gazes, from above,
Over the rivers to the bitter sea.
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