A heavy heart, Beloved, have I borne <br />From year to year until I saw thy face, <br />And sorrow after sorrow took the place <br />Of all those natural joys as lightly worn <br />As the stringed pearls, each lifted in its turn <br />By a beating heart at dance-time. Hopes apace <br />Were changed to long despairs, till God's own grace <br />Could scarcely lift above the world forlorn <br />My heavy heart. Then thou didst bid me bring <br />And let it drop adown thy calmly great <br />Deep being ! Fast it sinketh, as a thing <br />Which its own nature doth precipitate, <br />While thine doth close above it, mediating <br />Betwixt the stars and the unaccomplished fate.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxv-5/
