Sonnets from the Portuguese (16)
By Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XVI.
AND yet, because thou overcomest so,
Because thou art more noble and like a king,
Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling
Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow
Too close against thine heart, henceforth to know
How it shook when alone. Why, conquering
May prove as lordly and complete a thing
In lifting upward as in crushing low:
And, as a soldier struck down by a sword
May cry, “My strife ends here,” and sink to earth
Even so, Beloved, I at last record,
Here ends my doubt! If _thou_ invite me forth,
I rise above abasement at the word.
Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.
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