Is it indeed so ? If I lay here dead, <br />Wouldst thou miss any life in losing mine ? <br />And would the sun for thee more coldly shine <br />Because of grave-damps falling round my head ? <br />I marvelled, my Beloved, when I read <br />Thy thought so in the letter. I am thine-- <br />But . . . so much to thee ? Can I pour thy wine <br />While my hands tremble ? Then my soul, instead <br />Of dreams of death, resumes life's lower range. <br />Then, love me, Love ! look on me--breathe on me ! <br />As brighter ladies do not count it strange, <br />For love, to give up acres and degree, <br />I yield the grave for thy sake, and exchange <br />My near sweet view of Heaven, for earth with thee !<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/xxiii/
