Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 18061861678. Rosalind’s Scroll
I LEFT thee last, a child at heart, | |
A woman scarce in years: | |
I come to thee, a solemn corpse | |
Which neither feels nor fears. | |
I have no breath to use in sighs; | 5 |
They laid the dead-weights on mine eyes | |
To seal them safe from tears. | |
Look on me with thine own calm look: | |
I meet it calm as thou. | |
No look of thine can change this smile, | 10 |
Or break thy sinful vow: | |
I tell thee that my poor scorn’d heart | |
Is of thine earth—thine earth—a part: | |
It cannot vex thee now. | |
I have pray’d for thee with bursting sob | 15 |
When passion’s course was free; | |
I have pray’d for thee with silent lips | |
In the anguish none could see; | |
They whisper’d oft, ‘She sleepeth soft’— | |
But I only pray’d for thee. | 20 |
Go to! I pray for thee no more: | |
The corpse’s tongue is still; | |
Its folded fingers point to heaven, | |
But point there stiff and chill: | |
No farther wrong, no farther woe | 25 |
Hath licence from the sin below | |
Its tranquil heart to thrill. | |
I charge thee, by the living’s prayer, | |
And the dead’s silentness, | |
To wring from out thy soul a cry | 30 |
Which God shall hear and bless! | |
Lest Heaven’s own palm droop in my hand, | |
And pale among the saints I stand, | |
A saint companionless. |