XV <br /> <br />Accuse me not, beseech thee, that I wear <br />Too calm and sad a face in front of thine; <br />For we two look two ways, and cannot shine <br />With the same sunlight on our brow and hair. <br />On me thou lookest with no doubting care, <br />As on a bee shut in a crystalline; <br />Since sorrow hath shut me safe in love's divine, <br />And to spread wing and fly in the outer air <br />Were most impossible failure, if I strove <br />To fail so. But I look on thee—on thee— <br />Beholding, besides love, the end of love, <br />Hearing oblivion beyond memory; <br />As one who sits and gazes from above, <br />Over the rivers to the bitter sea.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-15-accuse-me-not-beseech-thee-that-i-wear/
