Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 18061861683. Sonnets from the Portuguese ii
UNLIKE are we, unlike, O princely Heart! | |
Unlike our uses and our destinies. | |
Our ministering two angels look surprise | |
On one another, as they strike athwart | |
Their wings in passing. Thou, bethink thee, art | 5 |
A guest for queens to social pageantries, | |
With gages from a hundred brighter eyes | |
Than tears even can make mine, to play thy part | |
Of chief musician. What hast thou to do | |
With looking from the lattice-lights at me— | 10 |
A poor, tired, wandering singer, singing through | |
The dark, and leaning up a cypress tree? | |
The chrism is on thine head—on mine the dew— | |
And Death must dig the level where these agree. |