Can it be right to give what I
can give?
To let thee sit beneath the fall
of tears
As salt as mine, and hear the
sighing years
Re-sighing on my lips renunciative
Through those infrequent smiles
which fail to live
For all thy adjurations? O my fears,
That this can scarce be right!We
are not peers,
So to be lovers; and I own, and grieve,
That givers of such gifts as mine
are, must
Be counted with the ungenerous.
Out, alas!
I will not soil thy purple with
my dust,
Nor breathe my poison on thy Venice-glass,
Nor give thee any love ---
which were unjust.
Belovèd, I love only thee!
let it pass.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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