poetry texts, poem archive at plagiarist.com

Read more poems by Elizabeth Barrett Browning: Elizabeth Barrett Browning Poems at Poetry X.

XXXI

Thou comest! all is said without a word.
I sit beneath thy looks, as children do
In the noon-sun, with souls that tremble through
Their happy eyelids from an unaverred
Yet prodigal inward joy. Behold, I erred
In that last doubt! and yet I cannot rue
The sin most, but the occasion—that we two
Should for a moment stand unministered
By a mutual presence. Ah, keep near and close,
Thou dovelike help! and, when my fears would rise,
With thy broad heart serenely interpose:
Brood down with thy divine sufficiencies
These thoughts which tremble when bereft of those,
Like callow birds left desert to the skies.

Added: 12 Aug 2002 | Last Read: 3 Sep 2026 5:53 AM | Viewed: 5330 times

A PoetryNotes™ Analysis of Sonnet 31 - Thou comest! all is said without a word by Elizabeth Barrett Browning, is Available!

A PoetryNotes™ eBook is available for this poem for delivery within 24 hours, and usually available within minutes during normal business hours.

ON SALE - only $29.95 19.95!

For more information...