XXIX <br /> <br />I think of thee!—my thoughts do twine and bud <br />About thee, as wild vines, about a tree, <br />Put out broad leaves, and soon there 's nought to see <br />Except the straggling green which hides the wood. <br />Yet, O my palm-tree, be it understood <br />I will not have my thoughts instead of thee <br />Who art dearer, better! Rather, instantly <br />Renew thy presence; as a strong tree should, <br />Rustle thy boughs and set thy trunk all bare, <br />And let these bands of greenery which insphere thee <br />Drop heavily down,—burst, shattered, everywhere! <br />Because, in this deep joy to see and hear thee <br />And breathe within thy shadow a new air, <br />I do not think of thee—I am too near thee.<br /><br />Elizabeth Barrett Browning<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-29-i-think-of-thee-mdash-my-thoughts-do-t/
