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Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore Alone upon the threshold of my door Of individual life, I shall command… - Elizabeth Barrett Browning
" "Go from me. Yet I feel that I shall stand
Henceforth in thy shadow. Nevermore
Alone upon the threshold of my door
Of individual life, I shall command
The uses of my soul, nor lift my hand
Serenely in the sunshine as before,
Without the sense of that which I forbore — Thy touch upon the palm. The widest land
Doom takes to part us, leaves thy heart in mine
With pulses that beat double. What I do
And what I dream include thee, as the wine
Must taste of its own grapes. And when I sue
God for myself, He hears that name of thine,
And sees within my eyes the tears of two.
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About Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Elizabeth Barrett Browning (March 6 1806 – June 29 1861) was an English poet and the wife of Robert Browning.
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Also Known As
Birth Name:
Elizabeth Moulton-Barrett
Alternative Names:
Mrs. Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Barrett
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Elizabeth Barrett-Browning
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Elizaveta Barrett Brauning
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Elisabeth Barrett Browning
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Elizabeth Barrett Browning, née Barrett
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