Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
Elizabeth Barrett Browning. 1806–1861684. Sonnets from the Portuguese iii
| GO 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 command | |
| The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand | 5 |
| Serenely in the sunshine as before, | |
| Without the sense of that which 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 | 10 |
| 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. |