With the same heart, I said, I'll answer thee <br />As those, when thou shalt call me by my name-- <br />Lo, the vain promise ! is the same, the same, <br />Perplexed and ruffled by life's strategy ? <br />When called before, I told how hastily <br />I dropped my flowers or brake off from a game, <br />To run and answer with the smile that came <br />At play last moment, and went on with me <br />Through my obedience. When I answer now, <br />I drop a grave thought, break from solitude; <br />Yet still my heart goes to thee--ponder how-- <br />Not as to a single good, but all my good ! <br />Lay thy hand on it, best one, and allow <br />That no child's foot could run fast as this blood.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiv-2/
