Yes, call me by my pet-name ! let me hear <br />The name I used to run at, when a child, <br />From innocent play, and leave the cowslips piled, <br />To glance up in some face that proved me dear <br />With the look of its eyes. I miss the clear <br />Fond voices which, being drawn and reconciled <br />Into the music of Heaven's undefiled, <br />Call me no longer. Silence on the bier, <br />While I call God--call God !--So let thy mouth <br />Be heir to those who are now exanimate. <br />Gather the north flowers to complete the south, <br />And catch the early love up in the late. <br />Yes, call me by that name,--and I, in truth, <br />With the same heart, will answer and not wait.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxiii-3/
