XXXVI
Whe first and loved, I did not build
Upon the event with marble. Could it mean
To last, a love set pendulous between
Sorrow and sorrow ? Nay, I rather thrilled,
Distrusting every light that seemed to gild
The onath, and feared to overlean
A finger even. And, though I have grown serene
And strong sihen, I think that God has willed
A still renewable fear . . . O love, O troth . . .
Lest these enclasped hands should never hold,
This mutual kiss drop dowween us both
As an uhing, ohe lips being cold.
And Love, be false ! if he, to keep oh,
Must lose one joy, by his lifes star foretold.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
XXXVII
Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make,
Of all that strong divineness which I know
For thine and thee, an image only so
Formed of the sand, and fit to shift and break.
It is that distant years which did not take
Thy sovranty, recoiling with a blow,
Have forced my swimming brain to undergo
Their doubt and dread, and blindly to forsa……（内容加载失败！）
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