My Own Beloved, Who Hast Lifted Me

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Title:     My Own Beloved, Who Hast Lifted Me
Author: Elizabeth Barrett Browning [More Titles by Browning]

Sonnet XXVII.

My own Beloved, who hast lifted me
From this drear flat of earth where I was thrown,
And, in betwixt the languid ringlets, blown
A life-breath, till the forehead hopefully
Shines out again, as all the angels see,
Before thy saving kiss! My own, my own,
Who camest to me when the world was gone,
And I who looked for only God, found _thee_!
I find thee; I am safe, and strong, and glad.
As one who stands in dewless asphodel
Looks backward on the tedious time he had
In the upper life,--so I, with bosom-swell,
Make witness, here, between the good and bad,
That Love, as strong as Death, retrieves as well.

[The end]
Elizabeth Barrett Browning's poem: My Own Beloved, Who Hast Lifted Me

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