It begins in 1844 with Elizabeth Barrett, closeted in her room for five years through ill health and forbidden from marrying by her nonconformist father, publishing the most recent of her highly successful literary works, a collection of poetry.
The first time that the sun rose on thine oath Yes, call me by my pet-name! let me hear With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange When we met first and loved, I did not build Pardon, oh, pardon, that my soul should make First time he kissed me, he but only kissed Because thou hast the power and own'st the grace Oh, yes! they love through all this world of ours! I thank all who have loved me in their hearts My future will not copy fair my past How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.The love affair between Elizabeth Barrett-Browning and Robert Browning is one of the most famous in literature. Yet I feel that I shall stand The face of all the world is changed, I think What can I give thee back, O liberal Can it be right to give what I can give? Yet, love, mere love, is beautiful indeed And therefore if to love can be desert Indeed this very love which is my boast And wilt thou have me fashion into speech If thou must love me, let it be for nought Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear And yet, because thou overcomest so My poet, thou canst touch on all the notes I never gave a lock of hair away The soul's Rialto hath its merchandize Beloved, my Beloved, when I think Say over again, and yet once over again When our two souls stand up erect and strong Is it indeed so? If I lay here dead Let the world's sharpness like a clasping knife A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne I lived with visions for my company My own Beloved, who hast lifted me My letters! all dead paper, mute and white! I think of thee!-my thoughts do twine and bud I see thine image through my tears to-night Thou comest! all is said without a word. Contents I thought once how Theocritus had sung But only three in all God's universe Unlike are we, unlike, O princely Heart! Thou hast thy calling to some palace-floor I lift my heavy heart up solemnly Go from me.
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