Browning, Elizabeth Barrett; Leeson, Adelaide H. [Ill.]: Sonnets from the Portuguese (London, [circa 1916])

VI

O from me. Yet I feel that I shall
stand

Henceforward in thy shadow.

Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my
door

Of individual life, I shall com-
mand

The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that v/hich I forbore—
Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.