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    Elizabeth Barrett Browning - Sonnet 30


    by poetictouch

    I See Thine Image Through My Tears To-night
    Sonnet 30
    by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
    Read by Gill Fraser Lee

    I see thine image through my tears to-night,
    And yet to-day I saw thee smiling. How
    Refer the cause? — Beloved, is it thou
    Or I, who makes me sad? The acolyte
    Amid the chanted joy and thankful rite
    May so fall flat, with pale insensate brow,
    On the altar-stair. I hear thy voice and vow,
    Perplexed, uncertain, since thou art out of sight,
    As he, in his swooning ears, the choir's Amen.
    Beloved, dost thou love? Or did I see all
    The glory as I dreamed, and fainted when
    Too vehement light dilated my ideal,
    For my soul's eyes? Will that light come again,
    As now these tears come — falling hot and real?