Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
InclusionsElizabeth Barrett Browning (18061861)
O,
As a little stone in a running stream, it seems to lie and pine.
Now drop the poor pale hand, Dear,… unfit to plight with thine.
My cheek is white, my cheek is worn, by many a tear run down.
Now leave a little space, Dear,… lest it should wet thine own.
Red grows the cheek, and warm the hand,… the part is in the whole!
Nor hands nor cheeks keep separate, when soul is join’d to soul.