POETRY: Comfort by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Comfort by Elizabeth Barrett Browning

Speak to me low, my savior, low and sweet
From out the hallelujas, sweet and low,
Lest I should fear and fall, and miss thee so
Who art not missed by any that entreat.
Speak to me as to Mary at thy feet—
And if no precious gums be me my hand bestow,
Let my tears drop like amber, while I go
In reach of your divinest voice complete
In humanest affection—thus, in sooth,
To lose the sense of losing!  As a child,
Whose song-bird seeks the wood for evermore,
Is sung to in its stead by mother’s mouth;
Till, sinking on her breast, love-reconciled,
He sleeps the faster that he wept before.

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