If I leave all for thee, wilt thou exchange <br />And be all to me? Shall I never miss <br />Home-talk and blessings and the common kiss <br />That comes to each in turn, nor count it strange, <br />When I look up, to drop on a new range <br />Of walls and floors, another home than this? <br />Nay, wilt thou fill that place by me which is <br />Filled by dead eyes too tender to know change? <br />That's hardest. If to conquer love, has tried, <br />To conquer grief, tries more, as all things prove; <br />For grief indeed is love and grief beside. <br />Alas, I have grieved so I am hard to love. <br />Yet love me--wilt thou? Open thine heart wide, <br />And fold within the wet wings of thy dove.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-xxxv-if-i-leave-all-for-thee/
