XVI <br /> <br />And yet, because thou overcomest so, <br />Because thou art more noble and like a king, <br />Thou canst prevail against my fears and fling <br />Thy purple round me, till my heart shall grow <br />Too close against thine heart henceforth to know <br />How it shook when alone. Why, conquering <br />May prove as lordly and complete a thing <br />In lifting upward, as in crushing low! <br />And as a vanquished soldier yields his sword <br />To one who lifts him from the bloody earth, <br />Even so, Beloved, I at last record, <br />Here ends my strife. If thou invite me forth, <br />I rise above abasement at the word. <br />Make thy love larger to enlarge my worth.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-16-and-yet-because-thou-overcomest-so/
