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J. C. Squire, ed. A Book of Women’s Verse. 1921.

By Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806–1861)

Sonnets from the Portuguese. i

I THOUGHT once how Theocritus had sung

Of the sweet years, the dear and wished-for years,

Who each one in a gracious hand appears

To bear a gift for mortals, old or young:

And, as I mused it in his antique tongue,

I saw, in gradual vision through my tears,

The sweet, sad years, the melancholy years,

Those of my own life, who by turns had flung

A shadow across me. Straightway I was ’ware,

So weeping, how a mystic Shape did move

Behind me, and drew me backward by the hair,

And a voice said in mastery while I strove,…

‘Guess now who holds thee.’—‘Death,’ I said. But, there,

The silver answer rang,… ‘Not Death, but Love.’