Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 1806–1861680. Consolation
| ALL are not taken; there are left behind | |
| Living Belovèds, tender looks to bring | |
| And make the daylight still a happy thing, | |
| And tender voices, to make soft the wind: | |
| But if it were not so—if I could find | 5 |
| No love in all this world for comforting, | |
| Nor any path but hollowly did ring | |
| Where ‘dust to dust’ the love from life disjoin’d; | |
| And if, before those sepulchres unmoving | |
| I stood alone (as some forsaken lamb | 10 |
| Goes bleating up the moors in weary dearth) | |
| Crying ‘Where are ye, O my loved and loving?’— | |
| I know a voice would sound, ‘Daughter, I AM. | |
| Can I suffice for Heaven and not for earth?’ |