Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning

English poet (B:1806-03-06 - D:1861-06-29)

Poems Comments

Sonnet Xx: Belovèd, My Belovèd

Belovèd, my Belovèd, when I think
That thou wast in the world a year ago,
What time I sat alone here in the snow
And saw no footprint, heard the silence sink
No moment at thy voice, but, link by link
Went counting all my chains as if that so
They never could fall off at any blow
Struck by thy possible hand,--why, thus I drink
Of life's great cup of wonder! Wonderful,
Never to feel thee thrill the day or night
With personal act or speech,--nor ever cull
Some prescience of thee with the blossoms white
Thou sawest growing! Atheists are as dull
Who cannot guess God's presence out of sight.



Poem topics: , , , , , ,

Rate this poem:

Add Sonnet Xx: Belovèd, My Belovèd poem to your favorites

Add Poet Elizabeth Barrett Browning to your favorites

Similar Poems
There is no similar poems related to "Sonnet Xx: Belovèd, My Belovèd" poem.
All Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems

Popular Poets

Viggo Stuckenberg (133 poems)
Louisa Stuart Costello (4 poems)
Harry Crosby (1 poems)
Archibald Thomas Strong (1 poems)
Frederick Tennyson (1 poems)
Du Fu (3 poems)
Harold Monro (3 poems)
Charles Weeks (1 poems)
Sylvia Plath (0 poems)
Theognis (1 poems)

Popular Poems

The Cloud Chorus, by Aristophanes
Lines Read At A Dairymaids' Social, 1887, by James McIntyre
King And No King, by William Butler Yeats
Her Face., by Robert Crawford
You Didn'T Understand, by Constantine P. Cavafy
A Boy And Watchmaker, by John Bunyan
Sonnet 32: Morpheus The Lively Son, by Sir Philip Sidney
On An Icicle That Clung To The Grass Of A Grave, by Percy Bysshe Shelley
Natureâ??sometimes Sears A Sapling, by Emily Dickinson
The Book Of Urizen: Chapter Ii, by William Blake