Sonnet 31 Thou comest all is said without a word Poem
………………. by Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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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.
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